Getting alittle erratic here And i dont know who to trust I guess they got a way of reading my mind I guess i gotta adjust I got my arms they flip flop flip flop flip I got my head on a spring Well i thought i got u on my side I havent got fucking anything Im just a face in the crowd Nothing to worry about Not even tryin' to stand out Im getting smaller and smaller and smaller And i have nothing to say Its all been taken away I just behave and obey Im afraid that I'm starting to fade away I cannot see through the cracks When im pressed up on the wall Im not looking to stand up real high I'd be happy to crawl I think i'm losing my grip But i can still make a fist You know i still got my one good arm That i can beat Oh that i can beat myself with up with Im just a face in the crowd Nothing to worry about Not even tryin' to stand out Im getting smaller And smaller and smaller And i have nothing to say Its all been taken away I just behave and obey Im afraid i am starti
New name, same ol', same ol'.