It Is All True

Finding out Is not the same As holding out Your hand For a stranger To take I know your plan Into the dark I'm beginning to fear That my body Is not alive These eyes Are dry Waiting for sleep To take me By surprise Send send Sending out my heart Over pixelated screens Over telegraph Wires that No longer beep We are the monsters With no hearts Break down emotions Into little parts We are the monsters With no hearts Break down emotions Into little parts Through my heart And through your head You shot me down I shot you dead Through my heart And through your head You shot me down I shot you dead We are the monsters With no hearts Break down emotions Into little parts We are the monsters With no hearts Break down emotions Into little parts