The line blurs out of focus
Now my senses cloud
I'm falling numb again
I feel it taking over me
The day falls dark
There's no light in the end
The old synthetic stale routine
Makes the faces mold
And start to look the same
All the same
Why hate someone when I've got you?
Stay still and shut the f** up till I'm through
It's my turn to play you my tune
They trick you with moneya nd makeup eyes
They decieve you
And feed on what your money buys
They shove down their visual imagery
Our naive nature
Enables their disease
Disease
Why hate someone when I've got you?
Stay still and shut the f** up till I'm through
It's my turn to play you my tune
It's my f**in turn
You think you can make me like you? Want you?
Do you think you could show me?
Could I be as cool as you?
Do you think you could teach me to look as sad as you?
It finds you it chokes you it eats you until it s**s in again and again and again and again
Why hate someone when I've got you?
Stay still and shut the f** up till I'm through
It's my turn to play you my tune
Why hate someone when I've got you?
Stay still and shut the f** up till I'm through
It's my turn to foce feed you
It's my f**in turn
You think you can make me like you? Want you?