Paint your windows, cover your heart Compassion burns your virtue Factory blues; the industry starts to veer away from breakthrough Denied of the satisfaction; cheap attractions as transaction A currency so divine; the slow decline Are you still breathing? Get a goddamn grip, you headcase Throw aside your life, you disgrace Well there's an irony in pride and greed but they don't speak to me So sell your sense to my contempt time and time again Fixed on something you can't control What you think is evolution is just self-delusion You feel that your world relieves your sentence, but you haven't done your time Is there a life behind your fool's disguise? Are you still bleeding? Get a goddamn grip, you headcase Throw aside your life, you disgrace There's an irony in pride and greed but they don't speak to me So sell your sense to my contempt time and time and time Fuse is burning Clock starts ticking Heart stops beating Counting? Never Get a goddamn grip, you headcase Throw aside your life, you disgrace There's an irony in pride and greed but they don't speak to me So sell your sense to my contempt time and time and time again