12 Rods - Chromatically Declining Me lyrics

Standing concrete form and concrete smile Small children poking me in the eyes I'm having too much fun in bed with myself (wooh) it hit me that... How many good people are Deceiving me right now? I think about it too much America's number one statistical faux pas (wooh, wooh) By my volition By my volition By my volition (wooh) it hit me that... How many good people are Deceiving me right now? I think about it like Backwards voices and bad T. V. Programming I'm drawn to life like the klan are to minority It's something I don't want to see Chromatically declining me Standing concrete form and concrete smile Small children poking me in the eyes It's so hard to wake up When your mind and body aches And your dick's in your hand You begin to count with you fingers about How many good people are Deceiving me right now? I think about it like Backwards voices and bad T. V. Programming I'm drawn to life like the klan are to minority It's something I don't want to see Chromatically declining me