Текст песни Old Data In a Dead Machine

Words create lies Pain can be trusted Eyes glued to the window pane Till the Sun comes up to say Worry, fixate and then repeat Do you imagine their blood inside your head? As far as I know they're all already dead Caught up in a comfortable lie So why aren't you alive yet? Take your own advice before you take theirs All you wanted was something That something is nothing Well ain't that something