My hands, are cold.
I, looked you, in the eyes,
You don't have a soul.
Discontent, with, my contempt, I'm
A lonely reflection of, the warning signs.
The warning signs, lonely reflection of, (signs)
The warning signs, this can't be my life.
My time, is all programmed to die.
Mechanic heartbeat, (?)
The clock ticks along, and, i've lost my mind.
I have all our memories, memorized.
I'm, falling apart.
I can feel the, tension rise.
I can feel it's presence, crawling up my spine.
I'm so in love, with this, misery of mine.
This can', t be my life, standing in, (?)
This can't, be my life, standing in (?)
Discontent, with, my contempt, i'm
A lonely reflection of, the warning signs.
The warning signs, lonely reflection of, (signs)
The warning signs, this can't be my life.
My time, is all programmed to die,
Mechanic heartbeat, (?)
The clock ticks along, and, i've lost my mind.