well i got a reason my goals defined words in a line and my politics oh i got my lover with her legs up high my fingertips on her light switch if someone found the way to save us from ourselves and you got a letter you got a number you got a dream you make your personal hell and we got obligation to production we got the angels in a rubber cell with their hands tied up if you can find a way to make the world yourself there s a blue eyed pretty woman saying things that she don t mean come on baby don t you listen lock your doors up tight tonight cause there s a million people dying and there s bound to be more learned its just from listening to a faithful faithful imitation cause we breathe in everything it s in our eyes and it s in our skin speaks a holy replication with her checks all sunken in bloody nose and a plastic grin he needs a pill just to feel her insides she needs a crutch just to wake her up ghost eyed man and the walking dead what does feeling really feel like digging up a body from a burial ground wipe the bones off nice and clean mother don t breast feed your children with a plastic mouse and a crystal screen now theres more white people talking about a war that s make believe doctor spins a word like freedom we pretend to know just what it means