No hands will reach me No voice can call me I've reinvented the things that i can do I'm the unexpected part of you that You'll never ever come in contact with... Come in contact with...
I sell my broken dreams to... (all the little desperate people) Tell me everyone knows... (all my little fucked up secrets) But i really don't care now
I'm an imitation with such precision A resurrection I'm sculptured and i'm sold When you realise that i'm indestructive You'll change direction and follow me to...
Hear my broken dream of All the little desperate people Tell me everyone knows All my little fucked up secrets And i really don't care how It seems as though there's something missing In my empty heart now
