mgmt
it's working
Here, you focus So I can see your faces The eyes are wrong How will I know if it's working right? Light confuses The tiny isles of bruises The mangled lines I see the signs of aging But if I try to feel at all I am deceived My mind's affected It's empty now As I lay down I feel alright My heart is racing Turn the noise on I'd like to feed my poison Assembly lines Carry a velvet warning To the yard It's just like striking matches The polish lies But it's working in your blood Which you know is not the same as love Love is only in your mind And not your heart No, it's working It's working in your blood Which you know is not the same as love Love is only in your mind and not your heart