Scratch the surface serve a purpose scratch the surface don't waste my time 
Such empty life 
Such simple sheep night after night herd to the creeps all hidden faults beauty is null such shallow sight barely skin deep 
What is the force that drives the superficial tell me what keeps their minds remaining little so afraid of what they'd see underneath the fantasy so afraid to actually scratch the surface. 
All mirrors hide 
Big money lies faillure inside big lying eyes that's maybe why eyes are the soul they take so much time big dollar signs