Modest Machine - Black Sheep Wall

Dead I’m Dead

Or dead I

I’m dead

Am dead

I’m dead

Well I

I am rendered helpless

I’m understood an

An uncanny despair

Raid

Leaves me thoughtless

I am empty

Why this wish to live back to yesterday

I am empty

Never moving toward, life of anymore

I am empty

Phoning enemy (phoning enemy)

Bored of everything

I am helpless, convinced of nothing else

I am helpless, convinced of nothing else

So what if I never amount to anything

Unaccustomed to assimilation

I’m afraid of everything and of everyone

Somewhere there’s a boy disappointed in me

I’m so sorry for your naivety

So what if I never amount to anything

Unaccustomed to assimilation

I’m afraid of everything and of everyone (afraid of everyone)

Somewhere there’s a boy disappointed in me

I’m so sorry for your naivety

To this boy I represent modesty

I’m so sorry for your naivety

Cry on your name

In my place, in my place

Sad facts of yesterday

Become reality

Castrated and intertwined

What can I do

What can I say

That would help me to be ok

What can I say

What can I do

That would help me to be ok