About Me: A world of fools/not utilizing innate tools/instead kept under bondage/aesthetic promises, numbs the pain/bright lights, plastic faces/screwed up mental cases/we're all so close thanks to the advancements of our age/yet it's all a ruse, 'cuz we're a lonely crowd Grappling for an identity/through flashy grins and short short skirts/where is the real?/I feel for your soul-your beautiful face/but instead I wrap my fingers around empty space./nothing there but static/we've turned into a lonely crowd Everythin's gone digital/technically sound/the click click of the keys/ain't the pit pat of my heart/what we know is open wounds, unearthed sensitivity/futile vows/little did we know/we're still a lonely crowd