He’s Christopher and he doesn’t care for suicide,
The lethargy he gets when the WiFi’s down,
His followers bear the mark of their genocide,
A legion of empty eyes and heavy minds,

I’m the leader of the land of “I don’t know”,
Someplace between rebellion and tragedy,
Truth doesn’t exist and neither do I,
There’s empathy but I don’t want your sympathy,

Life has no meaning and there is no hope,
We are the homeless living off from the street,
Gone from the real world to the underworld,
Nowadays the questions are just so obsolete,

What’s wrong? What’s wrong? What’s wrong? What’s wrong? What’s wrong?
What’s wrong with it all? What’s wrong with it all?