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 missed I said. (What's love?) So what's this love? Is it Or is it something you earn like street I've my years paying dues, Being fed all these stupid rules. From persons fucking point 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 ever 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 with pretty eyes, but I 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 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......
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!!!!