You proud yourself in always being thorough
You LIE to me and say you never were
Kill yourself, coming up in rations
Believe what you believe to believe you're GOOD
Turn on your FLS systems
It's raining down righteousness
We'll try to get to work an hour early
The job in this would show your ENDS
We'll try to hold your place in your mirror
The polished TRUTHS are so depressing now
Turn on your FLS systems
It's raining down righteousness, and go
So why do you try to catch me lying?
Play me as a FOOL who's still blinded
Though I'd never do any trying
You have me in my mind
Change your hair, your talk is REAL
Get yourself away from me now
I will never ever be the man you can control.