Voices on the radio, they're breaking me down
The television talks too much, I'm sick of the sound
As the pretty faces flash on the screen
With a whole generation caught in between
They're fake and proud, it's breaking down
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Squeeze the soul out of them when they're young
Bleed the money from us cuz we're dumb
We're in love, we're in love with pretty nothings
All their innocence burned at the stake
Drive it into my head till it aches
We're in love, we're in love with pretty nothings
When this sick machine stops breathing
You'll only have yourself to believe in
Then all you pretty nothings will fade away
But until that day
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You thought you'd get inside of my head, but you're wrong
Ha ha, fuck you, I'm tearing down the walls
Now watch the temple crumble before your eyes
Say goodbye to living out your paper life