The walls echo the maker
You will no longer reign
They call you the faker
Creator of chains
And into the glory
So where are you now
And no im not sorry
Its what you would allow
Im on the cusp of my lust to a different machine
Tell me baby are ya
Are you keeping clean
Move on to bigger dreams
The imitation of drums
It never is quite clear
Hand over your guns
Cos this is real fear
Im walking through fire
You've opened the wrong door
The things you will aquire
On a blood ridden floor
Its a movie scene at eighteen its taking its toll
Tell me baby do ya
Do you feel it at all
Breaking out of control
This kind of connection
Is it all for show
Closest thing to perfection
The world will ever know
It may sound foolish
What im about to say
But we gotta resist them
Any possible way
Im on the cusp of my lust to a different machine
Tell me baby are ya
Are you keeping clean
What a life for a teen
Move on to bigger dreams
What a life for a teen