Wake up in the morning to screaming, br Reporters getting into your personal life, br No privacy, br As you walk down the street, br You are followed constantly by people you do not know br No privacy br You break up with your girlfriend, for the fifth time br It’s on the cover of a magazine br No privacy br Every fucking shit we take, br It’s recorded somewhere br No privacy br You die a tragic death at a young age, br People who you have never met attend your funeral br No privacy br This is what we call the “good” life…br br Wandering Scarletbr br