I see their pretty faces on glossy magazines
As I walk busy streets entangled in a mad dream
There's a stranger in my head. I'm a stranger in this city
I want to tell my story, I don't want your pity
I was alive and well
The day they picked my number
I was still young and proud
On that fateful day
They sent me away
They handed me a gun
They taught me to pray
They taught me to run
Look me in the eye and you will see a sick soul
Look too long and you'll be sucked into a black hole
I was a lot like you
Ignorance is bliss
Do what they tell you to
And you'll end up like this
They sent me away
They handed me a gun
They taught me to pray
They taught me to run