im faceless, for a change, your' waste makes me so ashamed
so you embarrass me for one last time, it makes me sick where you draw the line

there's heavier things in my old mind than 10 on your' distortion dial

(hey) "That's not cool enough", so what the hell is wrong with us???
(hey) take me out of here, you can make me disappear

crazy, my little one - you run around with your mind undone
so embrace me, for one last time and forgive me if I just cant smile

(hey) etc

your' postcode is a cancer
it turns your' music black
sell it to the men in suits and see how they react

you can make me
you cant make me
you can make me