Can't you see my soul worn on the record sleeve
it is growin up for sale as soon as it gets saved
interrogation clues,once again I loose

you don't get to magnify my insecurities
(mother fuck you all!)
you don't get to site and save my unhip-ocracies
(not for sale!)

take two placebos then you can call me lame
walk some in my shoes then tell me to fuck off
my oversized hat won't fit your humongous head
(I'll trade a hundred days for one inside of you)

take me to a cave,where I can't be seen
solace makes the heart,pump adrenaline,
I'm sick of being used,time and again betrayed

give a man a key,he cannot not open the door
give him something free and he'll resell it to the poor
(c'est la vie)

take two placebos then you can call me lame
walk some in my shoes then tell me that I'm fucked
my humongous hat won't fit your gigantic head
(just take two)