Never talk to me about sincerity, my hands are shaking. Never look to me for purity, my heart's forgotten. It's a dead end, the path we've followed down. It's a dead end. It's a dead end, everywhere I look around. It's a dead end. We're children of our own creation. Never hope to see real sincerity, my hopes are waning. Never disagree with false disparity, our hearts are failing. It's a dead end, the path we've followed down. It's a dead end. It's a dead end, everywhere I look around. It's a dead end. We're children of our own creation
