ithinkthereisaplotformingagainstme
The tele
The oxygen
The people
Everyone's looking through peep holes
On every street corner I'm not a parasite
Somebody's reading over my shoulder
The tele
The oxygen
The people
Never heal, pick at the same old sores
And everything I touch becomes a parasite
Nobody lives here, I'm not the owner
There's good times ahead
There's good times ahead
There's good times ahead
There's good times...
The cameras
The passkeys
The loop holes
Everyone's digging their own holes
And everything I do feels like a compromise
Tell me I breathing, this isn't over
There's good times ahead
There's good times ahead
There's good times ahead
There's good times...
© aplotagainstme / smell the pink music 2006
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