White Walls

	The monsters are made,
	And we have proven that we'll be one of them.
	The whores take the stage
	The whores take the stage
	Flash our skills,
	Gotta draw 'em in.
	Gotta keep 'em on their toes
	On their toes!
	Don't show them who you truly are.
	Who would want honesty?
	Who would want a group of people that one can relate with? [x2]
	They have to look up
	Simple peasants
	[-Missing lyric-]
	We need worship.
	We need devotion.
	Becoming gods from the image that is thrown.
	Thrown out in their everyday lives to comfort. [x2]
	It's not a musical journey anymore.
	They chose Camilla and we stood by her the entire time.
	Monotonous expression, a forced replica of a tired sound
	Puppets for a greed-driven carnival
	The same charade as the passing years
	Force me out there
	Don't give them a chance. [x2]
	They want to be fed
	Fed a simple replication of past greatness.
	Step back.
	(Evaluate. Recognize.)
	We just need to throw some new ideas and it will eventually
	Get out of this closed off circle
	We are part of
	We are part of
	Get out of this closed off circle
	Get out of this closed off circle
	It's all the same.
	This is all we have
	When we die.
	It's what's left of us
	When we die.
	We will be remembered for this [x4]
	White walls! [x4]