Consumer

(альбом: Thrill Seeker - 2005)

A front seat to your own flick, flick

If only you could see how much your emotions waver
Words are flowing from your mouth at lightning speed
They're packing heat
And are ready to kill
And are ready to kill
And are ready to kill
And are ready to kill

Cry, frown, hit, yell
Cry, frown, hit, yell

Let's watch where it takes you
You really don't have it that bad
You really don't have it that bad
You really don't have it that bad

Try looking through the glass of beauty
It will show you the truth

We are all guilty of self-centeredness
We have committed the crime
We have committed the crime

But what we fail to realize is the dent it leaves in our soul
But what we fail to realize is the dent it leaves in our soul
But what we fail to realize is the dent it

Everyone is full of it
Everyone is full of it, in their own way
Everyone is full of it, in their own way, in their own way

A young boy cannot comprehend social status, social status
And this boy is better off than any of us, any of us

Life will pass us by like a summer storm
And if we consume
We consume ourselves with ourselves
We will surely look back with sorrow
Sorrow, sorrow
Sorrow, sorrow