Paramore

I scraped my knees when
I was praying and found a demon in my safest haven
Seems like getting hard to believe in anything
Then just to get lost in all my selfish thoughts
I wanna know what it'd be like
To find perfection in the pride to see nothing in the light
But turn it off
In all my spite
In all my spite
I'll turn it off
And the worst part is before it gets any better
We're headed for a cliff
And in the free fall,
I will realize I'm better off when I hit the bottom.
The tragedy seems unending
I'm watching everyone
I looked up to break and bending
We're taking shortcuts and false solutions
Just to come out
The hero
Well i can see behind the curtain
The wheels are cranking turning
Sorrow on the way we're working
Towards a goal that's not existent
It's not existent