[00:35.77]Standing on the edge of sanity
[00:38.95]Throwing insults at the void
[00:42.83]Zero plus zero is the Lord's work
[00:45.93]But if you do it, he gets annoyed
[00:49.98]I'd feel less like St. Sebastian
[00:52.87]If you'd stop searching for another arrow
[00:57.25]Why are you always repeating yourself
[01:00.21]Like you're trapped inside of Bolero?
[01:04.89]Now you cry "fake"
[01:07.05]From the comfort of your bell jar
[01:12.37]I know you think you're better than me
[01:14.78]Well, maybe you are
[01:19.10]Oh, but then you'd have to admit
[01:21.81]That being better hasn't got you very far
[01:41.95]Floating with your head underwater
[01:44.73]Screaming hatred into the sea
[01:49.15]Wasted wasteful anger time
[01:52.28]Is the only time you made for me
[01:56.63]I have no reason to think about you
[01:59.93]To worry, or to care
[02:03.45]You used to be my main man
[02:06.67]But when I look at you now, he's not there
[02:11.28]Now you call me a fake
[02:13.29]From the comfort of your bell jar
[02:18.65]I know you think you're better than me
[02:21.04]Well, maybe you are
[02:25.18]Oh, but then you'd have to admit
[02:28.13]That being better hasn't got you very far
[02:41.00]Oh, now you cry "fake"
[02:43.83]From the comfort of your bell jar
[02:49.16]I know you think you're better than me
[02:51.45]Well, maybe you are
[02:56.09]Oh, but then you'd have to admit
[02:58.56]Being better hasn't got you
[03:07.50]Very far

Standing on the edge of sanity
Throwing insults at the void
Zero plus zero is the Lord's work
But if you do it, he gets annoyed
I'd feel less like St. Sebastian
If you'd stop searching for another arrow
Why are you always repeating yourself
Like you're trapped inside of Bolero?
Now you cry "fake"
From the comfort of your bell jar
I know you think you're better than me
Well, maybe you are
Oh, but then you'd have to admit
That being better hasn't got you very far
Floating with your head underwater
Screaming hatred into the sea
Wasted wasteful anger time
Is the only time you made for me
I have no reason to think about you
To worry, or to care
You used to be my main man
But when I look at you now, he's not there
Now you call me a fake
From the comfort of your bell jar
I know you think you're better than me
Well, maybe you are
Oh, but then you'd have to admit
That being better hasn't got you very far
Oh, now you cry "fake"
From the comfort of your bell jar
I know you think you're better than me
Well, maybe you are
Oh, but then you'd have to admit
Being better hasn't got you
Very far