Please, not another message, I don't want to listen to your machine.
I don't know what it means.
Turn it off. Turn it off. Turn it off.
I think you believe everything that you read.
I can't even believe all the things that I see.
He's a martyr. He's your best friend.
He's an assassin with all his demands.
He's a politician shaking your hand.
He wants to love you, but he just fucks you.
He's the chosen one who knows what we need.
But he can't come clean.
He can't say what he means.
Makes me read in between the lines.
In between the lies.
Turn it off. Turn off your machine.
I don't know what it means. Why can't you come clean? Just say what you mean. No more messages.
No more "friends." I have enough friends.
I have enough.
Not another message. Not another martyr.
Politician. Shaking my hand. You want to love me.
Then why do you fuck me?
Turn off your machine.
I can't read between the lines.
In between the lies.
Turn off your machine.