Текст песни Don't Apply Compression Gently

Tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re thinking about Tell me when you’re finished maybe I’ll come around Had enough to bring me all the way to the ground I don’t have to tell you what I’m thinking about You have made your bed, I know better than to sleep in it Better off dead than the hell that will become of it You have hurt my head but I’m not denying That I did not bring it on myself I take pieces of myself from everyone around me I’m not individual enough for you I replicate the people I admire But at least I’m not bitter and sad I may not be 100% happy but at least I’m not with you.