No illusion
No opinion
No sensless prejudice
No emotion
No confession
Your function rest
It's getting out of control
Break me down
I've got a second to breathe in a standing eight count
Break me down
You do it again, do it again
No passion
No patience
No further confidence
No resistance
No reality
No-content-news
It's getting out of control
Break me down
I've got a second to breath in a standing eight count
Break me down
You do it again, do it again