St. Sebastian

Standing on the edge of sanity
 Throwing insults at the void,
 Zero plus zero is the Lord's work
 But if you do it he gets annoyed,
 I'd feel less like St. Sebastian
 If you'd stop searching for another arrow,
 Why are you always repeating yourself
 Like you're trapped inside of Bolero?
 Now you cry
 Fake from the comfort of your bell jar,
 I know you think you're better than me,
 Well maybe you are,
 Oh but then you'd have to admit that being better
 Hasn't got you very far
 Floating with your head underwater
 Screaming hatred into the sea,
 Wasted wasteful anger time is the only time you made for me
 I have no reason to think about you to worry or to care,
 You used to be my main man
 But when I look at you now, he's not there
 Now you call me a
 Fake from the comfort of your bell jar,
 I know you think you're better than me,
 Well maybe you are,
 Oh but then you'd have to admit that being better
 Hasn't got you very far
 Now you cry
 Fake from the comfort of your bell jar,
 I know you think you're better than me,
 Well maybe you are,
 Oh but then you'd have to admit that being better
 Hasn't got you very far