paroles de chanson Fog Your Eyes - Simulated Youth

I see your cameras everywhere
Patrolling my spots
Controlling my thoughts
And calling my shots
I hear you stepping right behind me
Creeping right beside me
Sleeping in my mind
Be waiting for you to find me
But wait
You change shapes again
Real hard to sleep
You hold the fate of men
No need to compete
You play the game to win
Impossible to beat
Because you cheat the system

You gotta recognize
With faster eyes
Then exercise to hide
In your mind's lies
Deceptive ties the kind
You will always find
When you open your eyes
Today in time
Just stand in line
To get your life
Signed away
Die today
If not tomorrow
We gave away our brains
And new hearts we gotta borrow
Even though the debt's been paid
Since the 25th hour
We gave away our brains
And new hearts we gotta borrow
Even though the debt's been paid
Since the 25th hour
Since the 25th hour
Since the 25th hour
Since the 25th hour

It's a new type of ghost
With an abused type of host
It sneaks a loose kind of choke
Then tightens the noose around your throat
Despite the truth we all must hope
We can pull the roots from under this oak
To stop the lies press mute on your remote
Then close your eyes and hide inside your coat

Now the ghost is after me
Yes it's a crafter see
It sets up a trap for me
But ain't your average casualty
I rethink my strategy
To take out its battery
But no sense in blabbering
On and on and on
Like them
We gotta make the first move
While the hype is right
And before it's too late
And while I'm writing
About all their lying
They simply be timing
What's left of my life
I don't know
But I think they might
Because if they so choose
The ghost could end it tonight
So if I go home
And things don't seem right
I better move fast
And get out of sight
And if they drive past
I'll stay out of the light
In case they stop to ask
Hold your words in tight
Just to give nothing back
And you should be all right
Just to give nothing back
And you should be all right
Be all right

Just don't start a whole bunch of suspicion with them
Last thing I need is to be itching who's wishing me missing
Trust me they'll be hitting hidden in my stitches
Next thing they'll be flipping the switches to listen
Ring ring now they're testing the tap's connection
Probably and I'm reckless when cracking my neck and
Looking over my shoulder to see if it's coming
After me it'll never be over so I'll always be running
From the machine

It's impossible to hide
From the ghost you must realize
It's no joke it will fog your eyes
Then you'll choke from the smog of lies
Like the yolk it hides in the clear
Until it can scope out all of your fears
Next no hope you'll see it in the mirror
The ghost is closer than it may appear