Robotic;Mp3

Why does it feel like night today?
Something in here's not right today...


Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia's all I got left
I don't know what stressed me first
Or how the pressure was fed
But I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head
It's like a face that I hold inside

A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face watches every time I lie
A face that laughs every time I fall
(And watches everything)
So I know that when it's time to sink or swim
That the face inside is hearing me
right beneath my skin

It's like I'm, paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a, whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I, can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin

I know I've got a face in me
points out all the mistakes to me
You've got a face on the inside too and
Your paranoia's probably worse
I don't know what set me off first
but I know what I can't stand
Everybody acts like the fact of the matter is
I can't add up to what you can but
Everybody has a face that they hold inside

A face that awakes when they close their eyes
A face watches every time they lie
A face that laughs every time they fall
So you know that when it's time to sink or swim
That the face inside is watching you too
right inside your skin

(Tthe face inside is right beneath my skin) x3
The sun goes down

I feel the light betray me

Born into Nixon I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelle

The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zero
never made it as a working class hero
21st Century Breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th Century Deadline
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland Security could kill us all
We are the class, the class of 13
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the Bastards of 1969
My name is no one
The long lost son
Born of the 4th of July
Raised in an era of heroes and cons
That left me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A worker of pride
My debt to the status quo
The scars on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all that I have to show
I swallowed my pride
And I choked on my faith
I've given my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied through my teeth
The pillar of damage control
I've been to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of flowers left over the grave
I sat in the waiting room
Wasting my time
And waiting for judgement day
I praise Liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song that strangles me
Well, Don't cross the line
Dream, America dream,
I can't even sleep
From the lights early dawn
Scream, America scream
Believe what you see from heroes and cons?