Evaporate

Squawk, seven-five Zero zero mane World in a barrel dripping some blood Three dead riders Gripping the reigns of Saturn In da last plastic cup Couldn't make me into a hero Couldn't turn me into a coward Whatever history that you wrote Blew away in the wind on your way down From your ivory tower Your words lost their power You can aim down fire We'll be down here living how we want Never coming back Never coming back Run into a smack with a hand to deliver Never coming back Never coming back Run into a smack with a hand to deliver You always see right through me When I am lost and out of place You always watch me stumble down While you wait for me to drown Of all the ways I've given in I can't believe it's not enough To satisfy my endless search for any form of love So I will stay my course until you break my wrists Do everything you can to keep me silent You wanna start a war with all that I stand for You always see right through my My masquerade I know there's nowhere to hide I'm cellophane I feel like I'm gonna stay I feel like I'm gonna change I feel like I'm gonna stay Never coming back Never coming back Run into a smack with a hand to deliver Never coming back Never coming back Run into a smack with a hand to deliver You always see right through me When I am lost and out of place You always watch me stumble down While you wait for me to drown You always see right through my My masquerade I know there's nowhere to hide I'm cellophane All of the handsome fiction Will melt away And when the flame burns brighter Evaporate You always see right through my My masquerade I know there's nowhere to hide I'm cellophane All of the fabrications Will melt away And when the flame burns hotter Evaporate (Step back, let go, I believe there's meaning, No I believe there's nothing) Oh, you should have listened to your friends (Step back, let go, I believe there's meaning, No I believe there's nothing) You would have been over this by now Over this by now, I'm found (Who drains the blood from my head? I do do Who accepts me as I am? I do I do) (Repeat repeat, our history) (Repeat repeat, our history) What excuses do you make? We own the night For one good note Well don't it feel good? You get what you paid for Well don't it feel good? You get what you paid for