Into material I was thrust, from divinity to disgust, I'm told to live through it's a must, the fear the loathing and the lust, never knowing who to trust, sometimes I want to bleed the rust, and disintegrate myself to dust. But god forbid I spill the real, because we're told it's weak to feel, just lock it all inside and seal, can't penetrate a wall of steel. What's left of us is empty shells, we're perpetrating our own hell, in this place we're forced to dwell. Now real's mistaken for a trend, enemies are confused with friends, this mass distortion never ends. I don't claim I'm free from guilt, I'm trying to wash away the filth, including former friends and lovers, they end up showing their true colors, I'm made to duck and run for cover, hide myself but see through others. You can look now, you can't touch, I've been brought down way too much, I've been sinking far too long, but now I'm rising, now I'm strong, up above where I belong. What was once lost now was found, it's all in who I keep around, so keep your self worth on the ground, but I won't be coming down.