[Lyric] I Don’t Owe You (Talk Fahrenheit)

Religion is a coping mechanism, designed to make us quit thinking and give all credit to hypnotism, plagiarism, nihilism, criticism, Darwinism. The words I sing are the morals I bleed to regenerate and bleed again and again. My owners barely know me. Constant controlling when they don’t know me. We’re on the side of the moon that you people are way down to earth to ever see. And I’m in a mental prison, and they won’t let me stop thinking. Regardless of what my future holds, making this moon music is the main thing. I’m good at guessing, I get lucky way more than I should. I’vе auto tuned the afterbеar, can you guess the key? I bet you could. It truly matters, you need the key. The cops gonna stop you, just show him the key. If you give him a reason for tapping the brick then he just might give up and he might let you be. You’re going in. You just might love this kid. Breaking and entering never felt as good when you weren’t with him. He says he plans to sing. He says he plans to try. Feels like it was destined to shoot itself and die. I don’t owe you. I don’t owe you. I don’t owe you. I don’t owe you. He says he plans to sing, he says he plans to try. Feels like it was destined to shoot itself and die
Could you just try for me? To love the burden that you stole. Raise up your hands for me. I’ll watch you run for me. Bury the bodies that need burned. And it burns going down my throat
I’d crash my car just to see you run again. I’d lock myself away before I say I love a friend. I’d know my grave if it wasn’t for who I’d offend. I’d know my grave if it wasn’t for who I’d offend. I don’t owe you. I don’t owe you. I don’t owe you. I don’t owe you. He says he plans to sing, he says he plans to try. Feels like it was destined to shoot itself and die
Could you just try for me? To love the burden that you stole. Raise up your hands for me. I’ll watch you run for me. Bury the bodies that need burned. And it burns going down my throat
I broke. I broke. I-