Я работаю в похоронном бюро продавцом сахарной ваты
One, two, three!
Yeah!
Drop it!
Bones in the water and dust in my lungs Absorbing, archaic, like a sponge
The ultimate way, is the way you control But can you stay if you detach your soul?
Bury the present, and squeeze out the past The ones who endear to never last
Chemical burns and the animalistic I'm just another hard-line pseudo-statistic
Can you feel this? (Can you feel this?) I'm dying to feel this! (Dying to feel this) Can you feel this? (Can you feel this?)
Blood on the paper and skin on my teeth Trying to commit to what’s beneath
To find the time is to lose the momentum You learn the lessons and immediately forget them
Automatic and out of my reach Consult all the waste to find the key
Minimal life and the polysyllabic I'm just another blank page Push the button, pull the rage!
Can you feel this? (Can you feel this?) I'm dying to feel this! (Dying to feel this) Can you feel this? (Can you feel this?)
I am all But what am I? Another number that isn't equal to any of you I control but I comply Pick me apart then pick up the pieces I’m uneven!
I am the damaged one All my life and the damage done
I am the damaged one All my life and the damage done
I am the damaged one All my life and the damage done
I am the damaged one All my life and the damage done!
Can you feel this? (Can you feel this?) I'm dying to feel this (I’m dying to feel this) Can you feel this? (Can you feel this?) I'm dying to feel this! (I’m dying to feel this!) Can you feel this? (Can you feel this?) I'm dying to feel this! (I’m dying to feel this!) Can you feel this? (No!) No!
I am all But what am I? Another number that isn't equal to any of you I control but I comply Pick me apart then pick up the pieces I’m uneven!
I am all But what am I? Another number that isn't equal to any of you I control but I comply Pick me apart then pick up the pieces I’m uneven!