The Love Machine

I know that I abuse you But you chase my fear I would crawl if I had to Whatever it takes I suppose Is it real or is it superficial If it's from the love machine I won't waste any more of your time With words I don't know if I feel Self-aware, self-absorbed I'm shedding my skin For better or for worse No I don't want to be like them With a cross on my back Manufacture my appreciation Or should I buy it from a bag I look away Oh I just can't keep my eyes From falling out of my head Pink fuzzy love Is it you or is it me 21st century man Self-aware, self-absorbed I'm stuck in my skin Oh what a simple curse