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 moneya nd makeup eyes They decieve 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 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 foce feed you It's my fuckin turn You think you can make me like you? Want you?