The Hol[ ]y Tape...

[Verse 1]
None of this has changed
When we all look the same
Addicted to the one who left you
I can't forget you
We colonized in war
Predicting many more
Addicted to the hand that fed you
You can't remember

[Verse 2]
Your color, I wonder
The more trouble that we get in
The more fun if we don't get caught up in it
Prefabricate that skin

[Hook]
Help me find out
If this is all predictable
Or is your troubled fate
Relentless in its ways
Destroying all your days

[Outro]
These words
These words coincide
Coincide, coincide, coincide

Self-taught
Self-taught suicide
Suicide, suicide, suicide