Passive Resistor

Sinch

Cozy in this home, burnt up swollen pains

Fear is on the plate but you can't recognize the danger that you've gotten yourself in

Do as I'm told not for long

But on the mattress, I had a good time

I can't remember she wore the same brands as everyone else

That's why I don't mind if she deciphers the lines

Welcome to the despair, this is my trophy room

And fear is on the plate but you can't recognize the anger as it builds beneath the skin

Cause it's fucking mine

But on the mattress, I had a good time

I can't remember, the wore the same brands as everyone else

That's why I don't mind, if she deciphers the lines

I guess it's alright to be scared because fear has a funny way of killing me slowly but

I know you too well, to expect the truth wouldn't fall apart

I might as well lie to myself, on top of my fucking lungs, my fucking lungs

Tear to pieces everything you've ever known bout this world

Your preconceived notions conceited emotions will never see the light of day and

Of all the things we're distanced from, who'd of thought it'd be ourselves

We're hypnotized, well look outside we'll never be the same again