We are rusting at our hinges,
we are coughing up asbestos.
careless automated animals.
Come on, come on, come on, come on. We
Always in the wrong place at the wrong,
drained of our vital fluids and feeling fine.
Don't it seem so strange what we're willing to
exchange for the world's attention?
It's a failing world we've devised
(we keep broadcasting our shame)
When we want our failures televised (cause it
keeps the world entertained)
The anxiety in another's eyes
It gets us off, it gets us off.
Glory be to vanity cause god's too busy
Glory be to vanity cause god's too
busy staring in the mirror.
We can only settle our synthetic hearts by
We determine our caliber based on how much
What are we, but hornets to the swarm... When
only the body of a stranger keeps us warm?
It's a failing world we've devised
(we keep broadcasting our shame)
When we want our failures televised (cause it
keeps the world entertained)
eyes (keeps us feeling alive)
It gets us off, it gets us off