Hysteria کے بول

So lonely for the taste of all the tears You told me meant so much through out the years If only you could tell your stranger friend Everything you've heard and seen Selling all her secrets on a television screen I know you know that it's too late I know you know you love to hate Hysteria draped in red and white and blue Mass media and you think you know its true I've seen ya with your bouquets and your flowers Screaming crying hoping lying And when the chips are down you're gonna start denying Sometime you're gonna stare us in the eye And maybe see what's going on inside Lately you've got nothing left to hide Screaming crying hoping lying And when the chips are down your going to start denying