Am I lying to myself when everyone else here sees right through me
and all the products theyve sold me
I let them own me now dont I feel like such a man,
but Ill hide my guilt and no regrets
Smoke a thousand cigarettes and slowly tear myself apart until
suddenly Im in the middle of the part I love
Theres no rest for these feelings and I have had enough time to think
There are several different ways to waste our time here,
mine will be the one that digs my grave
But anyway I can see for miles and miles,
troubled are the few who reach for the stars
And I dont even know where the hell we are,
but honestly Im starting to think that Im lost
Like suddenly Im in the middle of the part I love,
theres no rest for these feelings and I have had enough time to think
So dont shoot me full of your lies, I know the profit song,
it moves the bones till round and round we go
Can cite examples why Im right, I dont look the same,
I can barely tell myself apart, like suddenly Im in
The middle of the part I love, theres no rest for these feelings,
and I think that enough is enough
So dont tell me the same stories, Ive heard them all before,
theres no telling what youre selling
But I dont want it anymore, you think youve got it all,
but you dont have what were looking for
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