Get out of the city if
it hurts. You're too blind, move it over, try to get closer to the
lifestyles of gluttons; seem so seamless and perfect. I've been the
secret that you've been keeping.
Ears to the wall, eyes on the prize. See that you've made a mistake, and
we all know what you've done here. Dear Interceptor, I've been
waiting... Show me something. Hold the phone, we've found an answer.
Full moons and minot keys to get there faster. Mirror, mirror, see this
as clear as crystalline. Second-hand interpreter. The spoken word for
change.
Wait for me, I wanted to feel this safe. I can't hear you scream. Hold the phone to make it better, I can't hear you.
Blood to the beat. This thirst of the Lion can't be quenched by
cigarette strewn cubicle air. Dear diluted, while you're dreaming...
Hold the phone, we've found an answer. Full moons and minot keys to get
there faster. Mirror, mirror, see this as clear as crystalline.
Second-hand interpreter, deep into the Red we need a change.
Just look at this cardboard cut-out, this puppet that you've become. Let
me be the first to acknowledge you've no pride, you've no purpose. It's
so typical to think less is more when you're out of the lead. Don't
hurt yourself. Settle for less. It's so typical to think less is more
when you're out of the lead. Second-hand interpreter, the spoken word
for change.
Wait for me. I can't hear you. Hold the phone, we've found an answer.
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