all of those little things i don't want to share
i know what i want
but it just isn't there
and i lie
yah i lie
we're too tight to tango but not one in the same
apprehension is the answer in this unwilling game
why try
when you can lie
i don't think i can hate myself any worse
still i grow more comfortable with every verse
and i lie
yah i lie
i don't like to chain to smoke
i don't like to think
i never liked acid
and my clothes do not stink
and like an aomeba
in my single cell
as i spread myself thinner
do i choose my hell