A New Tune - Far From Finished

Hallucination it’s compensation

Read between the lines it’s a privacy invasion

Hesitation and frustration

Quit asking how I feel about it

I don’t wanna talk about it

Why is the little boy setting fires

While his daddies looking for the buyers

Another sentiment they pulled out with pliers

He hears the screaming you pack of fucking liars

My mommy told me I’m her biggest mistake

I caused her addictions that she never could shake

But any emotion you could fake if you look the other way

And the shame you can take it (Fuck It)

I don’t wanna see (don't wanna see what they want me to see)

And I don’t wanna be (don't wanna be what they want me to be)

Sculpt the fragile mind of the lunatic

Feed 'em something till it makes them sick

But it’s the little things that make you tick

You’re a sick fucking freak and it a power type of fix

So build 'em up and then tear 'em back down

Let 'em know that he’s the sharpest kid around

Now something bitter swear rots your teeth

You hollowed 'em out and now there’s nothing underneath