1.Why Do I
I don't know what I'm doing heree
A hollow shell in my 16th year
Looking up to the lowest forms
And holding on to the platinum blonde
From now on
Hold on hold on
Why do I waste my time living in a silicon lie？
My manic aspirations, my plastic generation
Why do I waste my time living someone else's life
Pinning up your sullen doubts
They provide prosthetic sounds
Whispering in your ear
I'll replace youur deepest fears
From now on hold on
Hold on
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