Paroles
I am nothing and should be everything
You're methadone pretty, surrender in pity
Intentional destruction germ
Eats your thoughts and makes you happy
They want a piece of your skin
Pump it safer than, than a suicide
Methadone pretty
Methadone pretty
Heart beats like a refugee machine
Pretty hostage mass, licensed to obey
Xerox days to acceptance
Decline accelerates into prejudice
They want a piece of your skin
Pump it safer than, than a suicide
Methadone pretty
Methadone pretty
I accuse history, I accuse
I accuse history, I accuse
I accuse history
I accuse history, I accuse
I accuse history, I accuse
I don't need your history
Wreckage inside all that's real
Another bought product, no reality
Passive consumers with patrolled desires
Mindless countdown to retirement
They want a piece of your skin
Pump it safer than, than a suicide
Gonna stay a terminal young thing
And never gonna be methadone pretty
Methadone pretty
Methadone pretty
Methadone
