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