You don't seem like a bad dream
Till they all see you comin'
To sew my death away
Tell all my people
All of my responders
I'm so sorry
Am i in your pocket?
Are you a polished up crony?
With the same old tricks and hits
It seems like a bad dream when they all see you coming to sew my death away
Will you attach me to another cycle?
Stitch me into yet another explosive dud
Where are the lines where do I cut?
Where are the lines where do I cut?
Is this a over reaction
If it fits my darling
I'll admit I'm just startled
I work at all the angles
All my networks talking
Fittin' big talk stories
I'll fall into your pocket
Cause I'm a polished up pushover
The same old cover up
It seems like a bad dream when I don't see you coming to sew my death away
Will you attach me to another cycle?
Stitch me into yet another explosive dud
Where are the lines where do I cut?
Where are the lines where do I cut?
This is madness
Another nightmare to kick
This is madness
I'm a tyrant against my whole will
You have not sold me.
Will you attach me to another cycle?
Stitch me into yet another explosive dud
Where are the lines where do I cut?
Where are the lines where do I cut?