They tend to misunderstand the paper man
With scissor hands who watches the hourglass for grains of sand
To fall and fall again as he pretends
That everything he lays his hands on doesn’t turn to shreds
But why oh why does he persist to hide
When they insist he try to come outside
From the shell he lives inside
Now has been hypnotized and
Despite the lies he sits and waits to die
Cuz he can’t find the words to explain the rain
All these emotions are transformed and now become pain
He’s alive in a black hole empty in space
And he sits in front of the mirror and he’s face to face
With the sadness, confusion his patience he’s losing
He’s substance abusing he’s one with the music
And he needs a lil something to dial it all back
Cuz he’s running in a race but he’s not on track.