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 love? Is it Or is it something you earn street cred? I've spent my years paying dues, Being fed all these rules. From every persons fucking of view. Nothing's true, but the that I use to dip my wounds into..
NOW, my skin is 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 won't be the afraid. (I CONTROL) I'm inside. (and I'm inside) So I it away......
These days I my eyes but there's no light. I keep reaching for the son, to find, I'm not a chosen one. I saw a with pretty eyes, but I know deep inside, all hollow lies. Just like FRIENDS. (FUCK THEM) They like to with time. Pretend to love you to the end and 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 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) WELL I'M PLASTIC! (my was fragile) I'M PLASTIC! Now it's COLD, AND NUMBBBBBBBBBB!!!!