EYES ARE COLD AS ICE JUST WHEN I'M IN MY SHELL. WEEPING OUT FOR GRIEF GOING FAINT.
EYES ARE COLD AS ICE JUST WHEN I'M IN MY SHELL. I'M WEEPING OUT FOR GRIEF, SOON GETS GOING FAINT. IT'S SO HARD FOR ME TO STAND THAT THROBBING PAIN INTO MY FLESH AND VEIN. LIKE HARDSHIPS I MUST GO THROUGH.
THERE'S NOTHING BUT PLASTIC SMILE. THERE'S NOTHING BUT PLASTIC SMILE. THERE'S NOTHING BUT PRACTICED SMILE. AND I'M ONE FEEBLE STEREOTYPE.
AFFECTION WITH NO REASON, TREMBLING END IN VEIN. I'M A STRANGER IN A HAZE CLOSING IN MY GAZE. NATIVE NEEDINESS AND BULLSHIT DAY TO DAY STABLE DISCORDS CLANG. I CAN'T HELP SINKING INTO...
THERE'S NOTHING BUT PLASTIC SMILE. THERE'S NOTHING BUT PLASTIC SMILE. THERE'S NOTHING BUT PRACTICED SMILE. AND I'M ONE FEEBLE STEREOTYPE.
DEEP BLINDED NETHER LIFE IS WHAT I WANT. YOU CAST ANOTHER VIEW ON A WINDING ROAD.
