So surrender every lie that you have saved up For the impending and never-ending cutting of every tie Of all the ties that you've lived your whole sheltered life creating (Just live your life until you die) You don't have to be polite about it... in fact, fuck it: let's shout it "I've moved out, finally moved on" I mean we're now pallbearers when grieving friends National guardsmen and working stiffs Marines at war and marriages I think it's about time we save ourselves and fade out, fade away So that the say this and say that's of this small town Will fade out, fade away You don't have to be polite about it Why should I fake the way I look into your face To tell you that I've left home And why do we always fake our way through With that old familiar taste I mean the circle has always closed in on itself Whether you were there or not and no one ever lied about that shit I mean, we can party and all but just not like it's 1999 And I know that I'm a contradiction on two legs You've seen my ways And you've read and you've read the ways of the insane But I think that I'm finally saved