Vein.fm
Old Data in a Dead Machine
Words create lies, pain can be trusted

You fall

Eyes glued to the window pane
'Til 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?
Pain can be trusted

(Words create lies, pain can be trusted)
(Words create lies, pain can be trusted)

Take your own advice before you take theirs

All you wanted was something
All you wanted was something
That something is nothing
Well, ain't that something