Letras: Program (The). Artificial Unintelligence. We Die Down Here.

The next episode in the series, where the blinds are removed and the light, it shines through
It pierces window panes it shatters glass. It scrapes the make-up off the face of deception.
White lies, become black stains on your carpet of pride and how they ruin your life
True friends, will be the only thing with out a reason to run, a reason to hide

Comfort comes with a complete set of lies
hold your eyes closed as tight as you can
Take a breath, we fake this smile
we aren't so perfect
now are we? Not so perfect now

Trust me, Trust me
Cuz what you say means nothing anyway

There's got to be something more to life than this, scraping by on a prayer, by on a wish
That one day we will shine. But it seems we are the cause of our own demise
And we hate this, but we're to blame as we create this and you,
You'll learn to lie because we die down here, because we die