Look at all the junk you sit in, why not throw it out?
Piles of waste and dusty litter scattered across your house
Bathtub filled with motherboards, barricade your door
Turn the TV static up, hear the sirens' call
Trust me, trust me
I'll put you right back on the mend
Trust me, trust me
All this deceit and pretend
It's all a means to an end
Fear and paranoia seem to thrive inside your brain
Jabbing at the mirror only multiplies the pain
Pins and needles, guns and knives and filth across the floor
Turn the TV static up, you'll hear the sirens' call
Trust me, trust me
I'll put you right back on the mend
Trust me, trust me
I'll straighten whatever got bent
Hold on, hold on
A grip is so hard to maintain
So long, so long
All this deceit and pretend
It's all a means to an end
Look at all this junk you sit in, why not throw it out?
Piles of waste and dusty litter scattered across your house
The outside world looks colder, so much colder than before
Deep within the static you can hear the sirens' call
Trust me, trust me
I'll straighten whatever got bent
Trust me, trust me
All this deceit and pretend
It's all a means to an end
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