No hands will reach me 

No voice can call me 

I've reinvented the things that I can do 

I'm the unexpected part of you that 

You'll never ever come in contact with... 

Come in contact with... 



I sell my broken dreams to... 

(All the little desperate people) 

Tell me everyone knows... 

(All my little fucked up secrets) 

But I really don't care now 



I'm an imitation with such precision 

A resurrection 

I'm sculptured and I'm sold 

When you realise that I'm indestructive 

You'll change direction and follow me to... 



Hear my broken dream of 

All the little desperate people 

Tell me everyone knows 

All my little fucked up secrets 

And I really don't care how 

It seems as though there's something missing 

In my empty heart now 



(New art) 

Don't care