Paroles de Side Effects

Material Swallowing purpose Leading you far away from the words Figment of chambered encapsulation Hitting hard in the back of my empty word The poison, now walk with it My plastic veins, impermanent They sold the sickness so we bought medicine The profit gains, they're the cure for this Ethereal dissolution of purpose Pulling us down, it wants us to hurt And we will and we won't learn And we will and we'll burn inside of The poison, now walk with it My plastic veins, impermanent They sold the sickness so we bought medicine The profit gains, they're the cure for this And we're still sick With inability (with inability) Inability to call it what it is Inability to believe that this is how we live Inability to not let it all cave in