Letras
Reply you don't care, see, you're not there, damn pictures
I've seen actors dial one more for the road
Like a B-film on the full screen, they're very small now
Like a TV, but not the young eyes
Where the bodies of the dead go, oh
We are broken, we are shattered, we are glass
There's machines before you leave, what's your name?
Hello, Richard, see the change, but it wasn't even there
Hello, young girls, more convincing for confessions of love
We are silent, we are questions, we are going back to school
You are practice, you are no one, you are no good
You're the hygiene, you farm off little boys
Dictation to the girl, can you see her lying on the floor?
On me