B.O.Y.

(альбом: PROXY: An A.N.I.M.O. Story - 2019)

They'll try to sell you everything
Everyone swears they've got the remedy
It's never ending
"Try this new pill to make you happy"

There's no comfort in plenty
Only reminders of what is missing

Don't let them get the best of you
Your soul's the only thing you've got to lose
If you go and get a taste for it
You'll only end up wanting more
Don't let them get the best of you

Indulge the flesh, chase your pipe dream
Thinking something real will make you complete
It's fucking lunacy
Thinking we could own the air we breathe

Our creature comforts are fleeting
We can't take that shit with us when we leave

Don't let them get the best of you
Your soul's the only thing you've got to lose
If you go and get a taste for it
You'll only end up wanting more
Don't let them get the best of you

Wearing grins, insanity spreads
While we scratch and claw our nails to their beds
Always running from the lessons of hurt
Die smiling, betrayed by our comforts

Our creature comforts
Our creature comforts

Don't let them get the best of you
Your soul's the only thing you've got to lose
If you go and get a taste for it
You'll only end up wanting more
Don't let them get the best of you