From the tone of your voice To the chills on my skin I can feel the heat on my face Raising the hairs on my neck I feel so low
Surround by so much noise Blow me away Make it stop But you bring me closer to God Closer to God
The Love Machine
I know that I abuse you But you chase my fear I would crawl if I had to Whatever it takes I suppose
Is it real or is it superficial If it’s from the love machine I won’t waste any more of your time With words, I don’t know if I feel
Self-aware, Self-absorbed I’m shedding my skin For better or for worse
No, I don’t want to be like them With a cross on my back Manufacture my appreciation Or should I buy it from a bag
I look away Oh I just can’t keep my eyes From falling out of my head
Pink fuzzy love Is it you or is it me 21st-century man
Self-aware, self-absorbed I’m stuck in my skin Oh what a simple curseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
