What is done behind closed doors

Never seems to be what the audience adores

In the public eye but living a double life

What you thought was not a reason why

Fame and misfortune and it's all coming at its price

Misery is on the rise

You can disagree

But I guarantee

Morbid symmetry

Can't see straight, loosing focus

Ruining himself but doesn't even notice

Oblivious to the world around him keeping friends at bay

Self-contained death machine

Fame and misfortune and it's all coming at its price

Misery is on the rise

You can disagree

But I guarantee

Morbid symmetry

Fueled by fascination

Hook, line, and sinker

Bitter and resentful, taking them down deeper

Half-crazed now rocking back and forth

Difficult to rebuild your house in the middle of a storm

Fame and misfortune and it's all coming at its price

Misery is on the rise

You can disagree

But I guarantee

Morbid symmetry