SPOT - Terms of Psychic Warfare lyrics

Well, I see you walking down the road And the thoughts within my mind explode But having to hold back taught me a lot about control And letting all loose at once when it was time to let you know You occupied my space and you occupied your mind By jumping off the roof to the first conclusion you can find Now all the silver you can steal Can't buy a piece of what I feel It's sad, but the means, they just don't justify the ends To be forever haunted by the ghosts of all your friends Painful, yeah, that's the way you've chosen it to be C'mon, babe, can't you think of anyone besides me? These are the terms! Now don't think you're the only one who has harboured a self-hate I'm just as guilty of selling what my own sweet soul creates Now don't feel bad the next time my memory comes creepin' You've got your own bed now, I suggest that's the one you sleep in Goodnight, baby! Ow!