In the fog, I can't see of anything. I day to day like I'm dead. but I got these feelings in my head, like your there. Maybe you missed I said. (What's love?) So what's this love? Is it Or is it something you like street cred? I've spent my years dues, Being fed all these stupid 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 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 days I open my eyes but no light. I keep reaching for the son, only to find, I'm not a 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. to love 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 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) I'M PLASTIC! (my skin was fragile) I'M PLASTIC! Now it's COLD, AND NUMBBBBBBBBBB!!!!