كلمات Thought Market

Sells me a way to give away A way to be improved I need more for my own thoughts Tear apart, the outside cultures in me Its what i need Ideas sucked away from me Its killing you It what you need See me, i need more of your empty lies Don't try to sell me? I don't need this Don't try to sell me? I won't be bought... For less than nothing Twist perceptions for your use Your words hide intent with lies I fall, fall back to the outside My eyes see through these lies Don't try to sell me, reaching in... I try to retain myself Feel myself losing, losing Don't tell me how Selling my thoughts Slaves for your use Feelings become the fuel to burn