Fucked Up
Godhead - Power Tool Stigmata
If your instinct's always right
And let you do your thing again
If there's nothing that can fool you
How come you're all alone?
When you close your little eyes
They will plunder all your dreams
And take away your teddy bear
I guess you fucked it up this time
To do just what they told you to?
And now you know how roles can change
You used to be so out of range
For anything that brought you down
Every time you go to sleep
You get to feel how this runs so deep
Makes nightmares out of pretty dreams
I guess you fucked it up this time
I just wish there was something
That could make me care again
Something that would make me want to get you out of this
But there is really nothing left
So now you're on your own
Just like you always wanted it to be
No one to tell you how to think
No one to tell you when to stop
No one to tell you when to think
About the fact that you fucked up
About the fact that you fucked up
About the fact that you fucked up
and there's nothing you can do
and there's nothing you can do
and there's nothing you can do
and there's nothing you can do
and there's nothing you can do
and there's nothing you can do