Texty: Papa Roach. SOS.

I'm feeling on top of the world
I'm feeling like I can't do wrong
I'm thinking everything is fine
I'm caught up in the smoke and the mirrors

The people that you think are your friends
Might be the people that want to drag you down
You've got to look out for yourself tonight
Don't get lost in the smoke and mirrors

Line after line, time after time
It's the same old, same story
He's lost and he's out of his fucking mind
It's the same old, same story
He's lost

I'm tripping, I'm over the edge
I'm falling and I've got no wings
I'm praying I'll make it through tonight
I'm caught up in the smoke and the mirrors

I'm living in a prison cell
I'm strung out in downtown hell
I'm looking for myself tonight
I got lost in the smoke and the mirrors

Line after line, time after time
It's the same old, same story
He's lost and he's out of his fucking mind
It's the same old, same story
He's lost

This is an SOS
(This is an SOS)
This is an SOS
(This is an SOS)
This is an SOS
(This is an SOS)
Yeah

It's the same old, same story
He's lost and he's out of his fucking mind
It's the same old, same story
He's lost and he's out of his fucking mind

Out of his mind
Doing the time
I'm walking the line
Doing the time

This is an SOS
(This is an SOS)
This is an SOS
(This is an SOS)
This is an SOS
(This is an SOS)
Yeah