In the fog, I can't see of anything. I day to day like I'm dead. but I got faint feelings in my head, like your there. Maybe you missed I said. (What's love?) So what's this Is it inbred? Or is it something you earn street cred? I've spent my years paying dues, Being fed all stupid rules. From every persons fucking of view. Nothing's true, but the glue that I use 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 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 with pretty eyes, but I know deep inside, all hollow lies. Just 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 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) WELL I'M PLASTIC! (my was fragile) I'M PLASTIC! Now it's COLD, AND NUMBBBBBBBBBB!!!!