In the fog, I see much of anything. I operate day to day 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 like street cred? I've spent my paying dues, Being fed all these stupid 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 won't 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 pretty eyes, but I know deep inside, they're all hollow lies. Just 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) I'M PLASTIC! (my skin was fragile) I'M PLASTIC! Now it's COLD, AND NUMBBBBBBBBBB!!!!