Factory - Eyedea & Abilities

The stars in your eyes are almost blinding.

I know I should look away I’m honestly trying

I act like I’m here, It’s really hard to care

For there’s a thin line between your with and your whining

I’m just a shadow in your shining, I look forward to putting it all behind me

Kneel before your ego, it’s funny how some people

Have a way of making the milky-way look tiny

Somewhere between the drama and the dry heave

Collapse on command using gravity to guide me

You’re so hip-hop

You’re so punk rock

You’re so so so so cliche

You look the same to me.

Uncomfortable in your skin

Colorless eyes and no mouth.

I’m never interested.

I plot my recovery

And sleep in the mold of your milk

You look the same to me.

Uncomfortable in your skin.

Colorless eyes and no mouth.

Don’t tell me there’s nothing wrong

Don’t tell me there’s nothing wrong

You got the credit for my kill

The stars look like eyes.

Judging as they gaze upon

The long face you wear when it’s your right to say they’re wrong

You put no one above you.

But they can tell you’re troubled

As you pick up your things and sleep alone when the day is done

You used to get in fights for fun

It’s your way of getting close to someone when you don’t know how to love

I feel sorry for you.

Even though your fans adore you

The more you try to wiggle your way loose, the more you get stuck

You’re so sex

You’re so drugs

You’re so rock and roll

You’re so in the moment

You’re so self centered

You’re so sad, cause you’re so so so so cliche

You look the same to me.

Uncomfortable in your skin

Colorless eyes and no mouth.

I’m never interested.

I plot my recovery

And sleep in the mold of your milk

You look the same to me.

Uncomfortable in your skin

Colorless eyes and no mouth

Don’t tell me there’s nothing wrong

Don’t tell me there’s nothing wrong

You got the credit for my kill