All I have return to me The quiet little symphony Of voices telling me I need To throw my hands up, throw my hands up All I want is symmetry Between what I have and what I need. Just the blissful opportunity To turn my mind off, turn my mind off. Who took my place Cause I don't recog- I don't recognize this face of mine. Who took my place Cause I don't recog- I don't recognize this face of mine. It's the disillusion Of the lie that I created It's my growing inability To give you everything you need. It's measured in the weakness of my spine. All I am is all you see The ba*tard son of human greed Trying to fill my endless needs But time runs out when time runs out All I am is all you see A slave to ideology A voice of reason always screaming Time runs out when time runs out All I am is all you see The ba*tard son of human greed Trying to fill my endless needs But time runs out when time runs out All I am is all you see A slave to ideology A voice of reason always screaming Time runs out when time runs out It's the disillusion Of the lie that I created. It's my growing inability To give you everything you need It's measured by my weakness It's my growing inability To comprehend that human needs Are measured in the weakness of our spines