In the fog, I see much of anything. I day to day like I'm dead. but I got these faint in my head, like your there. Maybe you something I said. (What's love?) So what's this Is it inbred? Or is it something you earn like cred? I've spent my paying dues, Being fed all these stupid rules. From persons fucking point of view. Nothing's true, but the glue I use to dip my wounds into..
NOW, my is HARD and COLD. A superficial mold. I CONTROL.
I'm inside... I ever be the afraid. (I CONTROL) I'm inside. made! (I CONTROL) I'm inside. I ever be the afraid. (I CONTROL) I'm inside. (and I'm inside) So I it away......
These I open my eyes but there's no light. I keep reaching for the son, only to find, I'm not a one. I saw a girl with pretty eyes, but I know inside, they're all lies. Just like FRIENDS. (FUCK THEM) They to suffocate with time. to love you to the end and turn you out. but ALL I IS GLUE. To DIP MY INTO.
NOW. My is HARD and COLD. A yellow mold. I CONTROL.
I'm inside... I ever be the afraid. (I CONTROL) I'm inside. made! (I CONTROL) I'm inside. I ever be the afraid. (I CONTROL) I'm inside. (and I'm inside) So I it away......
Plastic. (my was fragile) Plastic. (absorbing all the stains) WELL I'M PLASTIC! (my was fragile) I'M PLASTIC! Now it's COLD, AND NUMBBBBBBBBBB!!!!