1st Person Stone Sour

[Verse 1]
Why is everything so gray, is everything so strange?
Is everything so thrown together by mistake?
Why is everything contrite, is everything a plight?
Is everything so insincere and out of sight?

[Pre-Chorus]
Why does everything seem wrong?
Does everything look drawn?
Does everything seem blasted like it don't belong?

[Chorus]
I wanna make it a way
I wanna make it a way
I wanna make it a gross misadventure
I wanna make you all!
I wanna make you all!
I wanna make you...
Lie to me... Lie to me...

[Verse 2]
When did everything go bad, did everything fall flat?
Did everything decay and lose itself so fast?
When did everything succumb, did everything go numb?
Did everything lobotomize what it's become?