This is your second chance and it was granted by machines
This is your sacrifice although I can't know what that means
(Let me tell you)
While I bring it up just a little
Then I'll bring it up just a little less
And I see you smoke on that hookah
And I hear you joke that you look a mess
Can't you see that we've all got a flaw
Show me yours
I'll show you mine
Yes or no
Pictures in the snow
He studied apathy, he bought you shades the gloves the mask
You and your tiny voice and all you hate to do is ask
(Like the first one)
Now you're weeping under the willow
And you won't admit that these pillows suck
With the sanctity of no dreaming
Send it back to me and I'm screaming what the
Function over form and fear, smiling ear to ear
With your face not far behind, bring me peace of mind
Don't let go here take my hand to the promised land
Promise me you'll understand once you're in demand
So this is me now with my head through the screen
And my hand though my pocket if you know what I mean
Well I look at the message is it losing speed
'Cause they'll be on you they'll be on you
While your friends they watch and take what they need
So I feel that six seconds is enough before you wash it all off
Wash it all off
Wash it off
January stake your claim, shutters taking aim
State your rank and say your name, learn to play the game
See no evil, see no more demons at the door
Join your houses, start your war once you're off the floor
February we don't know, pictures in the snow
Now it's over time to go
credits
from Feelism (Remastered),
released September 2, 2021
Music and lyrics by Sexoffice
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