In the fog, I see much 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 love? Is it inbred? Or is it something you earn street cred? I've spent my paying dues, Being fed all these stupid rules. From every fucking point of view. Nothing's true, but the glue that I use 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 won't be the afraid. (I CONTROL) I'm inside. (and I'm inside) So I it away......
days I open my eyes 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 know inside, they're all hollow lies. 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 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!!!!