Haste
Thought Market
sells me a way to give away a way to be improved
I need more for my own thoughts
tear apart, the outside cultures in me its what I need ideas sucked away from me its killing you
it what you need see me, I need more of your empty lies don't try to sell me? I don't need this
don't try to sell me? I won't be bought...
for less than nothing
twist perceptions for your use
your words hide intent with lies I fall, fall back to the outside my eyes see through these lies don't try to sell me, reaching in...
I try to retain myself
feel myself losing, losing don't tell me how selling my thoughts slaves for your use feelings become the fuel to burn
From Letras Mania