In the fog, I see much of anything. I day to day like 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 street I've spent my years dues, Being fed all these stupid rules. From every persons point of view. Nothing's true, but the that I use to dip my wounds into..
NOW, my is HARD and COLD. A yellow mold. I CONTROL.
I'm inside... I won't 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 for the son, only to find, I'm not a chosen one. I saw a girl with eyes, but I know deep inside, they're all hollow lies. Just FRIENDS. (FUCK THEM) like to suffocate 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 yellow 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!!!!