Masks n' lies

Bully, bully, bully
Wherever I turn it's always the same

Taking me to the open gates of hell
Tearing my soul to pieces
Breakin' me down
Without any doubt of what they're doing

Scars and bruises turned into words and tears
And why I try to turn away
All I see is smiling masks

Hypocrites tryin' to make their name
With our problem
Sayin' they would act and do better
While we're just another buch of paper
Lyin' there in the dust

Bully, bully, bully
Wherever I turn it's always the same

Taking me to the open gates of hell
Tearing my soul to pieces
Breakin' me down
Without any doubt of what they're doing

Do they want a bullet in my head
Or a knife in my veins
To satisfy their need of a perfect world

They'll be hunting down the halls
Covering our lockers with means thoughts
While in front of the Highs they play it tough
They have not limits at all