Cue the fool. Well, you start at the start and you end at the end, there's this little glitch you don't see. I'm sat down here all by myself and I'm as cold as can be. Because ever since you said that you were thinking of leaving. I've tried to stop, but I can't help myself looking back. Kick Back.

Better watch out, I'm looking back at you alone. Admire the view. No hope of direction. Everybody thinks I wear a mask of rejection. Look around the room there's only one thing left to do. You'd better watch out. Now I view through the tears of one who came so close to hollow dejection. Brace yourself, lamental health, a train with no station. Stand two feet together, don't know which one I should shoot.

But not this time. When things are going wrong I feel I can move on. This time I'll try to be myself conscious of no-one else.

Destrustion. Convection. I've got this instant reaction, I'm going to make everybody see. While I try to believe in these words that I'm hearing, it's all going pear shaped for me. While I try to, and believe me, I'm going to fight to the end because I would rather be them than me.

No one ever said I wanted interrogation when everybody thinks I wear a mask of rejection. I look around the room and all I see is affliction. Everybody thinks I wear a mask of rejection.