Let me in the car I want to go someplace
I'm getting so ******* tired of the human race
Someone's always up there in my face
Speaking things I don't want to hear
Always right there in my ear
Make them go away, I don't want them near
Their lies they want me to embrace
They're alway in my bubble, my space
My faith they are starting to debase
Their humanity is begaining to disappear
They gawk as life passes them by, just like a sightseer
They are all being controlled by the puppeteer
Can someone spare me a little grace
I need somewhere I can touch base
Because I'm feeling slowly erased
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
Let me in the car I want to go someplace
I'm getting so ******* tired of the human race
Someone's always up there in my face
Speaking things I don't want to hear
Always right there in my ear
Make them go away, I don't want them near
Their lies they want me to embrace
They're alway in my bubble, my space
My faith they are starting to debase
Their humanity is begaining to disappear
They gawk as life passes them by, just like a sightseer
They are all being controlled by the puppeteer
Can someone spare me a little grace
I need somewhere I can touch base
Because I'm feeling slowly erased
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