Two oceans in between usAnd a way for sureThere's a gate I seeAnd a way for meNow this one sits hereAnd whispers things to meNow I got the devil insideThis one made a pig of meThis wall is primalMy grinding jawThe headache buildMy bedroom doorMy conscience burningMy eyes are tooCuddled up with HarkinDamn, I should love youThis world is rubber,this world is throughI've been through a cheat team,I'm slipping next and so what do?My conscience burning,my beats need moreThe headache bells and necktie on my bedroom floorAnd I'm such a coward,these wretched things I doI'm a sickness and I know it's trueThis world is learning,this world is pure
