Mope Testo

This watch of mine, it tells the time,
It tells me what i do's a
crime.
Watching close keeps you in line,
These lies of yours they glow and
shine.

Head on the floor, face in the grass,
This broken record, will it
pass? Shit hits the fan, you've come in last,
This ship only takes upper
class.

This warm light, it keeps me staying strong,
While you're shit,
while you're wack,
The light pushes me along

Nothing left to say to you,
ive nothing but regret,
I'd rather gauge my eyeballs out, than be with you
instead.

Kick to the face, nobody cares.
Kick to the face, we don't care