I'm in love

With an icon; i don't expect him to call

I'm crushed and ground in some disaster

And I feel like a criminal

Turn on the light, you'll come across me

Getting bruised and we're not even touching, touching

Are you sincere or are you dangling bait

And if it bites will you judge me?



I don't know what's genuine

I go back and forth with him

Does a screw make a bad lynch pin?

I don't know what's genuine



I think about this is the ground or is it ground at all?

I thought i couldn't be touched until they tapped me out

And i didn't even feel it at all

The bigger the head, it's so full of shit

The neighborhood is one crowded bed

Their loss of strength; they say the earth is flat

And that the bend is in my head

Yo, fuck that!



I don't know what's genuine

So i go back and forth with him

Does a screw make a bad lynch pin?

I don't know what's genuine



Oh i'm losing control

Who's in control?

I'm losing control

Who's in control?

Oh, who's in control?

I'm losing control!

I'm losing control!



Can't be touched

Some think that they can't be touched

Sent from above

They think they can't be touched

Can't be touched, can't be touched



I don't know what's genuine

So i go back and forth with him

Does a screw make a bad lynch pin?

I don't know what's genuine






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