Scratch the surface serve a purpose scratch the surface dont waste my time Such empty life Such simple sheep night after night herd to the creeps all hidden faults beauty is null such shallow sight barely skin What is the force that drives the superficial tell me what keeps their minds remaining little so afraid of what theyd see underneath the fantasy so afraid to actually scratch the surface. All mirrors hide Big money lies faillure inside big lying eyes thats maybe why eyes are the soul they take so much time big dollar signs