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 fuck up till I'm through

It's my turn to play you my tune



They trick you with money and make-up eyes they deceive

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 fuck up till I'm through

It's my turn to play you my tune

It's my fuckin' 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 sucks you

In again and again and

Again and again



Why hate someone when I've got you?

Stay still and shut the fuck 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 fuck up till I'm through

It's my turn to force feed you



It's my fuckin turn



You think you can make me like you? Want you?