All the priceless faces for the sake of pulling in push away
Plasticaste on eight-fold path twelve steps last just long enough to say
The past is out of style so i can always burn it up and make it new

The golden heart's her smile and she would never tear it up and see you through

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Cut the camera and save your soul
Cut the camera and take control
Cut the camera save your soul

Cut the camera and credits roll

Days are made of chemicals and nights are made of siphoned gasoline

Sanctity in credit cards and trust in 48 hours keeps you free
Predicaments of residence indifference is forced to make a choice
Sacraments of pleasantness two-sidedness i think i've lost my voice


Chorus


You're practical you're clinical you're in love you're insane
You're laxical you're criminal you're in love you're insane


Chorus