A Cry for Help in a World Gone Mad

Sometimes I think of old friends, but they all seem the same

Then I see them and they can't remember my name

I guess I'm just like them, I guess I'm just a bore

I could hate them, but I've never done that before

I've got lots of good friends I don't want anymore

Sometimes when you lie to me, sometimes I lie to you

Never is enough thing they could possibly do

All these half-destroyed lives aren't as bad as they seem

And now I see blood and I hear people scream

Then I wake up and it's just another bad dream

And I can't help myself but feeling sorry

Because I gave up every chance I had

It's not a movement, it's just another fad

Like a cry for help in a world gone mad

And I can't help myself but feeling sorry

I know I gave up every chance I had

It's not a movement, it's just another fad

Like a cry for help in a world gone mad

(What are you laughing about?)