State of the art There's no way to find out whats inside you, Until you fall into the hole. You dug for yourself while you slept here, Too young, too selfish, too cold. And when you find out what's been waiting, The moment you open your eyes, You'll see your true reflection, The very first time in your life. You can not fight what's in you, It's going to be denied. You can not fight what's in you, It's going to be denied. Cry to yourself, Nothing will help, It's too late to change what's been done, You do what you've always done best, You run... Into the hole; you fall deeper, Deeper; the faster you run, It wont stop until you've accepted, Accept everythng that you've done. You can not fight what's in you, It's going to be denied. You can not fight what's in you, It's going to be denied. Cry to yourself, Nothing will help, It's too late to change what's been done, You do what you've always done best, You run...