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