ウィスパー - Alien Ant Farm

It’s my arms that wrap you up nice

It’s my arms, my arms, baby

Small rooms with record exec types

Whisper away my future lately

I’ll introduce you to producers

I’ll write your songs and make them way damn shorter

I’m so confused

This industry has made me cold, you’ll find

I trusted you to make me shine bright

This is almost getting old

Shock me with fear it’s taking longer

Blood sweat and years will make me way damn stronger

It’s my words that fail to give insight

I blame you, blame me, baby

I’m so confused

This industry has made me cold, you’ll find

I trusted you to make me shine bright

This is almost getting old

It suits me just fine (x2)

This is the package I’m sending

These are the clothes that I’m wearing

These are the words that I’m saying

These are the notes that they’re playing

I’ll introduce you to producers

I’ll write your songs and make them way damn shorter

I’m so confused

This industry has made me cold, you’ll find

I trusted you to make me shine bright

This is almost getting old

And it suits me just fine