Из альбома: Loses Control
the motor buzzes in the basement
behind a curtain
behind a wall
upstairs the crowds have all gathered to see
how they can make money off tragedy
police police me
it's so easy
heads hover above podiums and,
nobody understands that they don't stand a chance
the glow of this show is alarmingly charming
the stars are all smiling
it's disarming
police police me
and all the while
we're waiting
for something like a sign
from the hole of lost control
from our overmade minds
come on go
goodnight bloodsuckers
sleep tight in your traps
the cheapest trash gets bought so fast
the cops and the criminals
the safe and the stray
they all mix in the ditches anyway
police police me