Here, you focus, so I can see your faces
The eyes are wrong.
How will I know if it's working right?
Light confuses, the tiny isles of bruises, the mangled lines
I see the signs of aging
But if I try to feel at all I am deceived
My mind's affected, it's empty now
As I lay down, I feel alright, my heart is racing

Turn the noise on. I'd like to feed my poison
Assembly lines, 

Carry a velvet warning to the yard, it's just like striking matches,
The polish lies.

But it's working in your blood
Which you know is not the same as love
Love is only in your mind
And not your heart.
No, it's working.

It's working in your blood
Which you know is not the same as love
Love is only in your mind and not your heart