Some of the chances we take,
To make the money we make.
Manufacturing disease
The creature we can see
I'm pleased it some other day
And i've got something to say
You don't need love
So get under the rock
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now...
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now...
Now, i have a mutated brain
It is the form that's been made
You got for broke
With your prog rock show
Don't you know what i mean?
The sick things that i've seen
When you don't fall down
There's a piercing sound
It was the sky that we learned
That we're to spy on the bird
The clouds all feel
Where we don't feel real
Chorus:
It was implied to make a caption
"It's a pain world", is her reaction
We've answered why it's not been action
We blow the ghosts, is this our faction
This was the movie we made
And we were shooting to fate
We gather dust when you said it's a must
And in the end that we shake
It is the function that's fake
We don't feel real
You don't know how it feels
Now, we've given up a lot
And we've gone right past the spot
We're fueled inside
It's the must that we hide
Chorus:
It was implied to make a caption
"It's a pain world", is her reaction
We've answered why it's not been action
We blow the ghosts, is this our faction
Now, i have a mutated brain
It is the form that's been made
You got for broke
With your prog rock show
Chorus:
It was implied to make a caption
"It's a pain world", is her reaction
We've answered why it's not been action
We blow the ghosts, is this our faction