No one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man. Behind blue eyes. And no one knows what it's like to be hated, to be faded to telling only lies. But my dreams they aren't as empty. As my conscious seems to be.
A tear in my brainallows the voices in.They wanna push you off the pathWith their frequency wiresAnd you can do no wrong...In my eyes...A drunken salesman,your hearing damage,your mind is restless.They say you’re getting better,but you don’t feel any better.Your speakers are blowing,your ears are wrecking,your hearing damageyou wish you felt betteryou wish you felt…
Dentro una storia senza più titolo, scegliamo un ruolo, senza credito.Strappando il fiore più carnivoro,io cerco il fuoco e mi brucerò.…E un’ altra volta mia avvicinerò,alla tua bocca mi avvicineròe un’altra volta mi avvelenerò.Del tuo veleno, mi avvelenerò.