The stares, the laughters The look and smiles And crossed fingers behind your back Severed ties and fake smiles And forked tongues Reactionless, quiet and frail No sparks Nothing more to give No more promises to keep I live life cheating death Holding arguments against myself Keeping both feet steady in a world of grief I dance alone I live life laughing at death And when it's laughing back I have no regrets To hell with the fakes Heaven's made for the snakes The soil will cover the dead The void that's left for the quiet and frail