Getting a little erratic here,
and I don't know who to trust
I guess I got a way of reading my mind,
I guess I gotta adjust
I got my arms a -flip -flop -flop -flop -flop
I got my head on spring
Well, I thought I got you on my side
I haven't got fucking anything
I'm just a face in a crowd
Nothing to worry about
Not even trying to stand out
I'm here to swallow and
swallow and swallow
And I have nothing to say
It's all been taken away
I'm afraid I'm starting to fade away
I can't listen to the cracks
When I press up on the wall
I'm 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, mmm,
I can beat myself up
I'm just a fish in the crowd
Nothing to worry about
Not even trying to stand out
I'm getting smaller and
smaller and smaller
And I have nothing to say
It's all been taken away
I'm afraid I'm starting
to fade away
Hanging from what ends well
I really used to be lieve
That maybe there's some great thing
That we could achieve
And now I can't tell the difference
Or know what to feel
Between what I've been
trying so hard to see
In what ap pears to be
real
Fade away, Fade away,
Fade away,
Fade away
My world is getting smaller everyday
I said my world is getting
smaller everyday
yeah yeah yeah yeah
So I hang this ghost bullet everyday
yeah yeah yeah yeah
So I hang this ghost bullet everyday
yeah yeah yeah yeah
That's okay