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 something you earn like cred? I've spent my years 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 but there's no light. I reaching for the son, only to find, I'm not a chosen one. I saw a girl pretty eyes, but I know deep inside, they're all lies. Just like FRIENDS. (FUCK THEM) They 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 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 COLD, HARD AND NUMBBBBBBBBBB!!!!