All's Hell That Ends Hell

Longing for the times you were escaping from
Unable to tell what lies beneath
Searching for your alibis, holding onto foolish lies
There's nothing dirtier than loneliness, and I'm pretty fucking lonely, man

Tell me how you're feeling
Or else, I'll never know how you're really feeling
Stupid mugs and coffee beans, but you say you don't drink caffeine
There's nothing left in this world that I can't live through

Dude, I learned all the answers in the backroom of the arcade
Foolishly employing my backwards sense of duty

And I've seen everything change
For the better, for the worse, I can't complain
And I've seen everything change
For the better, for the worse, I can't complain
I can't complain