Fake Tears Festival

I'm tired of comprehending pain And the heavy usage of my minds last utilities A telescopic view of a broken heart Stuck together with expired glue Endless desires for limited time dreams Such make believe In the mud I dive in The drama queens are lined up To the fake tears festival Orchestrated like a symphonic pity party And the aroma makes me sick You have an invisible tattoo That says I love attention You can't see it, no you can't see it But I can, yes I can Working hands are pretty cheap When pollen comes around for free So I'll have an allergic reaction to life The drama queens are lined up To the fake tears festival Orchestrated like a symphonic pity party And the aroma makes me sick