Disguise and mama

Have you ever felt some kind of emptiness inside
You will never measure up, to those people you
Must be strong, can’t show them that you’re weak
Have you ever told someone something
That’s far from the truth
Let them know that you’re okay
Just to make them stop
All the wondering, and questions they may have
I’m okay, I really am now
Just needed some time, to figure things out
Not telling lies, I’ll be honest with you
Still we don’t know what’s yet to come
Have you ever seen your face,
In a mirror there’s a smile
But inside you’re just a mess,
You feel far from good
Need to hide, ‘cos they’d never understand
Have you ever had this wish, of being
Somewhere else
To let go of your disguise, all your worries too
And from that moment, then you see things clear
I’m okay, I really am now
Just needed some time, to figure things out
Not telling lies, I’ll be honest with you
Still we don’t know what’s yet to come
Are you waiting for the day
When your pain will disappear
When you know that it’s not true
What they say about you
You could not care less about the things
Surrounding you
Ignoring all the voices from the walls
I’m okay, I really am now
Just needed some time, to figure things out
Not telling lies, I’ll be honest with you
Still we don’t know what’s yet to come
I’m okay, I really am now
Just needed some time, to figure things out
Not telling lies, I’ll be honest with you
Still we don’t know what’s yet to come
Still we don’t know what’s yet to come
Still we don’t know what’s yet to come

Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well,
Mama, we all go to hell.

Oh, well, now,
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry,
Mama, we're all gonna die.

And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
You made us, oh, so famous.
We'll never let you go.
And when you go don't return to me my love.

Mama, we're all full of lies.
Mama, we're meant for the flies.
And right now they're building a coffin your size,
Mama, we're all full of lies.

Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
You should've raised a baby girl,
I should've been a better son.
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once.
You should've been,
I could have been a better son.

And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
You made us, oh, so famous.
We'll never let you go.

She said: "You ain't no son of mine
For what you've done they're gonna find
A place for you
And just you mind your manners when you go.
And when you go, don't return to me, my love."
That's right.

Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
It's really quite pleasant
Except for the smell,
Mama, we all go to hell.

2 - 3 - 4
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...

[Liza Minelli:] And if you would call me your sweetheart,
I'd maybe then sing you a song

[Gerard Way:] But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun,
You would cry out your eyes all along.

We're damned after all.
Through fortune and flame we fall.
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way,
To return from the ashes you call.

We all carry on (We all carry on)
When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone)
So raise your glass high
For tomorrow we die,
And return from the ashes you call.

1. To stand in a world that is falling down
   
2. Trying to pull me away from who I am
3. But I am trying to be strong in who I am