All I have return to me
The quiet little symphony
Of voices telling me I need
To throw my hands up, throw my hands up
All I want is symmetry
Between what I have and what I need.
Just the blissful opportunity
To turn my mind off, turn my mind off.
Who took my place
Cause I don't recog- I don't recognize this face of mine.
Who took my place
Cause I don't recog- I don't recognize this face of mine.
It's the disillusion
Of the lie that I created
It's my growing inability
To give you everything you need.
It's measured in the weakness of my spine.
All I am is all you see
The ba*tard son of human greed
Trying to fill my endless needs
But time runs out when time runs out
All I am is all you see
A slave to ideology
A voice of reason always screaming
Time runs out when time runs out
All I am is all you see
The ba*tard son of human greed
Trying to fill my endless needs
But time runs out when time runs out
All I am is all you see
A slave to ideology
A voice of reason always screaming
Time runs out when time runs out
It's the disillusion
Of the lie that I created.
It's my growing inability
To give you everything you need
It's measured by my weakness
It's my growing inability
To comprehend that human needs
Are measured in the weakness of our spines