All the priceless faces for the sake of pulling in, push 
awayPlasticaste on eight-fold path, twelve steps last 
just long enough to say
The past is out of style, so I can always burn it up and 
make it new
The golden heart's her smile, and she would never tear it 
up and see you through
Chorus:
Cut the camera and save your soul
Cut the camera and take control
Cut the camera save your soul
Cut the camera and credits roll
Days are made of chemicals and nights are made of 
siphoned gasoline
Sanctity in credit cards, and trust in 48 hours keeps you 
free
Predicaments of residence, indifference is forced to make 
a choice
Sacraments of pleasantness, two-sidedness, I think I've 
lost my voice
Chorus
You're practical, you're clinical, you're in love, you're 
insane
You're laxical, you're criminal, you're in love, you're 
insane
Chorus