In the fog, I can't see of anything. I operate day to day I'm dead. but I got faint feelings in my head, like your there. Maybe you something I said. (What's love?) So what's this Is it inbred? Or is it something you earn like cred? spent my years paying dues, Being fed all these stupid rules. From every persons point of view. true, but the glue that I use to dip my wounds 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 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 keep reaching for the son, 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 like to with time. Pretend to love you to the end and 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!!!!