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. you missed something I said. (What's love?) So what's this Is it inbred? Or is it you earn like street cred? I've spent my years paying dues, Being fed all these rules. From every persons fucking of view. true, but the glue that 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 ever be the afraid. (I CONTROL) I'm inside. (and I'm inside) So I it away......
These I open my eyes 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) like to suffocate with 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 yellow 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......
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!!!!