[Verse 1]
None of this has changed, we all look the same
Addicted to the one who left you, I can't forget you
We colonized in war, predicting many more
Addicted to the hand that fed you, you can't remember

[Verse 2]
Your color, I wonder
The more trouble that we get in
The more fun if we don't get caught up in it
Prefabricate that skin

[Verse 3]
Help me find out if this is all predictable
Or is your troubled fate, relentless in its ways
Destroying all your days

[Instrumental Break]

[Outro]
These words, these words coincide
Coincide, coincide, coincide
Self-taught, self-taught suicide
Suicide, suicide, suicide