Biohazard

Lack of trust, all alone
Lookin' down at the bottom of a hole
I've no trust, bare my soul
Are we alone or do we have friends
Or are we just searchin' for a means to an end
What up, peace out, my boys and all that
But as soon as we leave they talk behind our backs
Low selfimage of the way things are
Either way we lose and we can never go far
'Cause always we'll wonder as to just what's the deal
It just depends on what you feel is real
Perception is everything inside our brains
With much bigger problems, no time for games
Of people acting down but it's just a facade