What if I cut myself to see how it feels
To make you a witness of your own passiveness.
Yeah,
All I’ve seen is a monster,
stuffed with a despair that vitamins can’t cure,
A puppet whose strings everyone manipulates,
Confined in this honeycomb.
You’re a prayer so regular.
Your vision’s fading away
Replaced by new standard aims,
Those failures in your outlines
Will be imprints for someone’s triumph.
These past pictures turning into motion
remind you you’re missing the cavalcade.
Your vision’s fading away,
It’s time for a new rebirth
You’re so regular
Regular, regular, regular… SCREAM OUT LOUD
You’re so regular
