Well I know thought control
It works in two ways
The first one I hate more than you know
We're all a whore
It takes one to stop one
I think this could be fun-filled with love
and explosions and semiautomatic guns
Never a moment of silence
and the distance between us is now
I've got a feeling of spite
The conversation around me now doesn't seem right
I've got this feeling tonight
It's killing me
So sorry
Did you know?
Love, it goes in cycles and waves
Most of them we hate more than we know
Love is like war
It's fit for the masses, divided by classes
Indestructable by birth
The industry was never worth it
Rock based on love, well its really so stupid,
Tell that to her, no she just doesnt get it
Love made to rock, now that sounds much better
I'm guilty of the previous
Isn't it obvious?