The secret is a conteplation
Its all about the mind, its a mind invasion
And if I ever bleed than its on occassion
Inside I feel so hollow

Thats why I'm sippin on the wine, need to shine
And to live a dream
I hate to say goodbye, but I‘ll die
Smoking nicotine
I'll book another flight, than I'm high
Turning in a fiend
This plane is my own (yeah)

I'm just sick of being nice
But I gotta be liked
And when I see the poltergeist
Then I turn on the light
Its when you look me in the eyes
Someting doesnt feel right
All the faces they so gloomy

I question my existence
And now I question why I breathe
And I can seem to find one reason
Being liked's only thing that I need
(That I need)