Defective (Explicit)

Attention to all passengers

Be ready for anything that will come

And settle down

Product of insanity

We're probably find it hard to believe

Product of miscalculations

We don't feel enough

We won't feel enough

I see you drown in your own crooked mind

I see you trying to fix all things you see broken

Strangers believe me you won't

Find any good you can salvage, nothing but wounds

**** everything that you trying to mend, just to see if it might be fixed fixed

Confusion might haunt you,

Untill you step back and see

Compliments won't be enough

Get disolve with your mind

And torturous affection

Bring us the worst, confined

Till the angel of death laugh

I see you drown in your own crooked mind

I see you trying to fix all things you see broken

Strangers believe me you won't

Find any good you can salvage, nothing but wounds

**** everything that you trying to mend, just to see if it might be fixed fixed

Confusion might haunt you,

Untill you step back and see

Compliments won't be enough

Love song are bullshits

Love won't guide you anywhere

But your ego will bring you somewhere

Somewhere like hell you do love to live

You're my precious piece of ****