Stop and stall
like a combustion engine
malfunctioning, faulty machine
the TV screen burns like a laser
puts holes through the retinas of dreams
forward slash, a trio of w's
dressed up in their polka-dot coms
friends won't last, but i've got it beat
now i back them up on CD Rom
the words that you gave me are sweet and they're savory
you don't stand to gain much from this
remember these eyes
they march with such innocence
now lost in the anchorman's lies
if loneliness kills, well you'll never notice
'cause loneliness won't be televised
(the subtitles read...)
the words that you gave me are sweet and they're savory
you don't stand to gain much from this
so close