"You are a flawed machine," she said "Hope that's worth something" We always clashed, even when we wore nothing I said, "Hell yeah, you look so good when you're crumbling" The gloss and grandeur of molding tangerines and trashy magazines
You're fake, baby, so we can just take you home You're fake, baby, so we can just take you home, take you home Fake baby Blood crazy Pinprick wire mom dead daisy Fake baby So they can just take you home
My eyes are crossed, my will is lost and I'm wasted Every queasy thought I've had is inflated I puke onstage and slip, face plant and I'm faced with The acid reflux remains of subjective truth Still, I always knew
You're fake, baby, so we can just take you home You're fake, baby, so we can just take you home, take you home Fake baby Blood crazy Pinprick wire mom dead daisy Fake baby So they can just take you home
Beneath your bombast and the humor of syntax] In carbonate a human being Once you saw through me but now I'm an employee So sick of it tired and wizened and free
You're fake, baby, so we can just take you home You're fake, baby, so we can just take you home, take you home Fake baby Blood crazy Pinprick wire mom dead daisy Fake baby So they can just take you home, take you homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
