Everything that was right just got old Everything that was sacred started smelling like a lie What used to look cool became easy to get Now only the pose remains like a plastic doll We only have ourselves You only have yourself The collapse of ideology just you and me staring at each other Grass grows and that becomes currency now Dreams overflow slipping through open hands The distance between longing and reality vanished overnight and the performance just stayed We only have ourselves You only have yourself The collapse of the plural just you and me staring at each other Do you want to be right or do you want to look right? Everything that was right just got old Everything that was sacred started smelling like a lie What used to look cool became easy to get Now only the pose remains like a plastic doll We only have ourselves You only have yourself The collapse of ideology just you and me staring at each other We only have ourselves You only have yourself The collapse of the plural just you and me staring at each other
