Saw it all fall apart in a mass hit
Telephoned right before the heart quit
And we just stare
Control's not enough
Your lives aren't enough
Cold poison
The forms of your addiction
Calms to make us civil
Paralyze this body to stake direction
With chemicals and contract hits
Feeding on me, paralyzed soul
Giving me no way out
But are we ok?
Waving cars, six dollar hauls make business
We learned a lot by burning out in smoketown
But are we ok?
You're feeding on me
You're bound to let go
And I'll just wait
To make my move
Do you believe what you see?
Do you believe what you are?
Gotta make it straight
Gotta set it all off
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