Isolated

fightin for nothing no more
peace and love just paper revolution
but of course i write up everything
nothing left alive to hate
fighting for nothing no more
gettin through just for the fun of it
there are no answers to my questions
i know because i live on both sides
of the mirror
dont wanna elbow my way cold crazy
or connected. its not just survival.
you cant make me
dont call me hysterical
if i feel that fear
realityn is relative dont sneer
fear is my security
fierceneâs is my might
my senses they`re sharpened
unrest is my price
just take a look in my face
take a look at my fear
its the pain that counts
and you cant make me!