In the fog, I can't see of anything. I day to day like I'm dead. but I got these faint feelings in my head, your there. Maybe you missed I said. (What's love?) So what's this love? Is it Or is it something you earn street cred? I've spent my years paying dues, fed all these stupid rules. every 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 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 reaching for the son, only to find, I'm not a chosen one. I saw a girl with pretty eyes, but I know inside, they're all hollow lies. like FRIENDS. (FUCK THEM) They like to suffocate 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 superficial mold. I CONTROL.
I'm inside... I ever 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) WELL I'M PLASTIC! (my was fragile) I'M PLASTIC! Now COLD, HARD AND NUMBBBBBBBBBB!!!!