In the fog, I see much of anything. I operate day to day I'm dead. but I got these faint feelings in my head, your there. you missed something I said. (What's love?) So what's love? Is it inbred? Or is it you earn like street cred? I've spent my years dues, Being fed all these stupid rules. every persons fucking point of view. Nothing's true, but the glue I use to dip my wounds 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......
These I open my eyes 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, all hollow 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 is HARD 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......
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!!!!