Eight Three One

How petty to ruin your precious dreams
When we know you’re just as selfish as me
All thats done onto you will be done on times three
Shes the ghost on none much wiser
But infectious, ill stay beside her
Hap-happily never after, hap-happily never after this

I can hear you singing to me in my sleep
But dont mind me, ill stay behind the scenes
Right where you wanted me
Placing blame where sin used to seed

All thats done onto you
Will be done onto me
Because I dont believe
That the heavens need you more than me

What was I supposed to do?
Who was I supposed to be?
We’ve been force fed, we’ve been force fed
We’ve been force fed every mother fucking thing
How much skin has to break to weaken your will?
When love is a mental condition for the willingly ill

I stand here cocked and brandished
Loaded and I cant stand it
Since we’re moving on, I’ll vanish
And use you to feed this death wish

As much as I’ve tried to hide it
And for as long as I’ve tried to deny this
After all, after all of this time
You’re my downstream

What was I supposed to do?
Who was I supposed to be?
We’ve been force fed, we’ve been force fed
We’ve been force fed every mother fucking thing
How much skin has to break to weaken your will?
When love is a mental condition for the willingly ill

Closed off and along
Waiting to be called upon
These drones play your game

What was I supposed to do?
Who was I supposed to be?
We’ve been force fed, we’ve been force fed
We’ve been force fed every mother fucking thing
How much skin has to break to weaken your will?
When love is a mental condition for the willingly ill