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, your there. Maybe you something I said. (What's love?) So what's this Is it inbred? Or is it something you earn street cred? I've spent my paying dues, Being fed all these stupid rules. From every fucking point of view. true, but the glue that I use to dip my wounds 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 ever be the afraid. (I CONTROL) I'm inside. (and I'm inside) So I it away......
These days I open my eyes but no light. I keep reaching for the son, to find, I'm not a chosen one. I saw a girl pretty eyes, but I know deep inside, they're all hollow lies. like FRIENDS. (FUCK THEM) They like to suffocate time. Pretend to you to the end and turn you out. but ALL I IS GLUE. To DIP MY INTO.
NOW. My skin is and COLD. A superficial 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!!!!