Swallow your frustrations

Change all your convictions

Search for a reason, so many causes

So many causes and no surprises

Slash your wrist, wounds opened up

Look at the scratches and put a little make up

Cry and hide, so many bruises

So many bruises and no surprises

Do what you want but have no freedom

Run in circles inside your kingdom

Truth is you live in golden cages

Golden cages and no surprises

Write your story on pieces of paper

Dream and make your dreams a shelter

But all you've got are empty pages

Empty pages and no surprises

Many causes

Many bruises

Empty pages, and you know this

From heaven to hell, perpetual races

No alarms and no surprises