Apparatus - Live at CBGB 1996

Looking down again
Locked inside again
Hide my eyes again
Staring at my feet again

Swimming in the shallow end
Get your eyes off my back
I tried to listen to empty heads
I embraced ideals already dead
I tried to listen, I tried to fit in

Oh I tried, yeah I lied
Yeah I died for you
Tried what you want me to be
Trying to be the impossible
All my friends are dying off
I'm a smoking fucking head
Dying to be acceptable
All my friends are living on
I hope I wind up dead
Your standards are killing me