Lyrics:

Slipping Past Position
you Know I Watch You Drive
watching You Painted In Chrome Max Factor
and Feeling Number One

all Alone Now
i Can See You A Way To The Drone
radio Waves Fitting Your Brain From The Phone
i Can See

i Can See Whats On Your Mind
cause Your Never Alone
i Am The Voice Inside Your Head
and The Eyes In Your Radio
im The Eyes In Your Radio

hello Mr. Racecar Driver
you Know Im Watching You Too
in The Trauma Room Brain Dead
still You Went Faster
now Your Number Means Nothing

mr. Nickel-Plated Candy Man
are You Feeling Lifeless In Aluminium
splitting Decisions To The Core
as Everyone Dances In The Fast Lane

i Can See Whats On Your Mind
cause Your Never Alone
i Am The Voice Inside Your Head
and The Eyes In Your Radio
im The Eyes In Your Radio

with All Thats Fake, Theres Sense To Make
from Toys That Break
its Time To Throw Away All The Bad Things That You Hate
you Scared Yourself Away
now Hates What You Appreciate

thats Why People Lie
people Like You
thats Why People Lie
people Like Me
thats Why People Lie
people Like You
thats Why People Lie
people Like Me
thats Why People Lie
so Go Away
thats Why People Lie
people Like Me
thats Why People Lie
people Like You
thats Why People Lie

and The Eyes In Your Radio
im The Eyes In Your Radio
with All Thats Fake, Theres Sense To Make
from Toys That Break
with All Thats Fake, Theres Sense To Make
from Toys That Break
with All Thats Fake, Theres Sense To Make
from Toys That Break
with All Thats Fake, Theres Sense To Make
from Toys That Break