No, everything is not alright And you just can't always force a smile The compromises and demands, the teeth and excrements All these wars of position They scratch and claw at you, break you down piece by piece At a new low - "what have I become, whose face is this My features begin to blur, my reflection I don't recognize anymore Oh my contradictions, my many contradictions I'm dying little deaths and living petty lies" To walk through fire well is what matters most now Heartless, in a heartless world try not to lose yourself