Treading places, out of bounds
These bottlenecks we're breeding
The same old bitter pills to swallow
You treat me as I'm in the dumps
With impure intentions
We ban the past to have a ball
With all speed we're flipping
This devastation, dead are mine, it's a hole
You treat me as I'm in the dumps
With impure intents, you know
A soul desolated
A despairing future for my hideous habits
You're ringing gracious bells
To be corteous with me
You have a special way
to blur my eyes
Your plas-tic flowers,
they cheat me, seduce me
They cheat me, seduce me
You treat me as I'm in the dumps
With impure intents
(this devastation, dead are mine, it's a hole)
(You treat me as I'm in the dumps)