Spore

I bet your summer set
That you sever heads so you know that you'll forget
I bet your summer set
That you sever limbs to get rid of your mess

It seeps on through, right into your room
And it moves the way you said you wanted to move
It speaks and it steals, takes your hands off the wheel
You'll never need control if you can't really even feel

It gets in right through your head
Just to poison all of your circuitry and stems
It tells you to reinvent
You eradicate, don't you know it's all pretend?

God, we're too young
I swear I won't let it happen to me
God, we're too young
I swear I won't let it happen to me

It seeps on through, right into your room
And it moves the way you said you wanted to move
It speaks and it steals, takes your hands off the wheel
You'll never need control if you can't really even feel

(Ooh, ooh) It's pulling at the fabric
(Ooh, ooh) You're purging through the lattice

You're always wasting your worth
You're always thinking the worst is happening
Before you gets to the chorus
You're already wondering why you're not happy here

God, we're too young
I swear I won't let it happen to me
God, we're too young
I swear I won't let it happen to me



Credits
Writer(s): Bryn Nieboer, Chris Johns, Chris Lawless, Vishnu Anantha
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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