Here, you focus, so I can see your faces
The eyes are wrong, how will I know if it's working right?
Light confuses, the tiny isles of bruises
The mangled lines, I see the signs of aging
But if I try to feel at all I am deceived, my mind's affected
It's empty now as I lay down, I feel alright, my heart is racing
Turn the noise on, I'd like to feed my poison
Assembly lines, carry a velvet warning
To the yard, it's just like striking matches
The Polish lies
But it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love
Love is only in your mind and not your heart... no, it's working
It's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love
Love is only in your mind and not your heart
It's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love
Love is only in your mind and not your heart
It's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love
Love is only in your mind and not your heart