Dehydrated

May 23, 2005 20:22

I cry blood because I’ve run out of tears
I try to hide but I’ve too many fears.
I try to die but theres no way back
You cant stop me with anything you’ll say
Just runaway

Your cheap and plastic
Your not fantastic
I could sell your soul
Because your cheap and plastic

Just wait ten weeks for the newer model
Just wait ten weeks till’ hes out of control
Just wait ten weeks for the newer model
Just wait ten weeks while I sell your soul.

Your mechanical mind and rubber face
Your feelings inside are so synthetic
My knuckles and fists are ready to race
And the things you say are so pathetic.

These little things you do
On your thorns my fingers will prick
These little things you say
All this just makes me sick.

It seems I give you much too credit
Im not sure how much your worth
I dont know whether its zero or negative
But i think i’ll just stuck with dirt.

My ears are ringing
The screams inside are getting too loud
But it mixes with the screams from the outside
My ears are hurting
And I feel disorientated
And inside I feel sick
But not from the dizziness
But from the smile I see on your face
You fucking sadist
Your fucking sick
Or am I?
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