Lyrics
If the mask you wear don't fit so well
It's growing thin from changing
Just like the stories you always tell
Truth fall, be arranging
Sad, you think you feel so thick
It's nothing more than a brick wall you hit your head upon
Which is nothing for this pipe
I must stand up or I'ma stand aside
We all get empty, all heroes are wrong
All alone you face your fears
Hey, homie history, where do you belong?
No blood, no sweat, no tears
Alight to this cup or this paper plate
Would you feel this spoon held tightly in hand?
Your pulled up struggle makes mends
Persona ready to relate to
We all get empty, all heroes are wrong
All alone, you face your fears
Hey, homie history, where do you belong?
No blood, no sweat, no fucking tears
No fucking tears
If the mask you wear don't fit so well
It's growing thin from changing
Just like the stories you always tell
Truth fall, be arranging
Sad, you think you feel so thick
It's nothing more than a brick wall you hit your head upon
Which is nothing for this pipe
I must stand up or I'ma stand aside