im faceless, for a change, your' waste makes me so ashamed

so you embarrass me for one last time, it makes me sick where you draw the line



there's heavier things in my old mind than 10 on your' distortion dial



(hey) "That's not cool enough", so what the hell is wrong with us???

(hey) take me out of here, you can make me disappear



crazy, my little one - you run around with your mind undone

so embrace me, for one last time and forgive me if I just cant smile



(hey) etc



your' postcode is a cancer

it turns your' music black

sell it to the men in suits and see how they react



you can make me

you cant make me

you can make me