Zombie

Yeah, I don't know what you want Gotta meet your gaze, keep it locked Gonna eat your brains while you watch me I won't let you stop me I'm just like a zombie for your love Yeah, I don't know what you want I should leave your place before I rot Can't help but compete for praise and it's toxic Don't think I can stop it Try writing a pop hit without luck (Yeah, I don't know what you want) Wake up, feel nauseous Can't worry 'bout the state of my conscience I'll put it off, makeup, look flawless It's starting to get harder to breathe They're looking at me and breaking me down There's no one around I pushed them away 'cause it was easier then But it's not easier now Got friends in the ground So what the fuck's one cog to machines? They're so hard to please, I'm shutting me down Yeah, I don't know what you want (what you want) Gotta meet your gaze, keep it locked (keep it locked) Gonna eat your brains while you watch me I won't let you stop me I'm just like a zombie for your love Yeah, I don't know what you want (you want) I should leave your place before I rot Can't help but compete for praise and it's toxic Don't think I can stop it Try writing a pop hit without luck (Yeah, I don't know what you want) (Wait) I was giving you all I thought you'd need Then the money showed up to cloud my feed Knew exactly who I was meant to be But when they thought I was dreamin' They left me to bleed my heart out Greed ain't start out, the way it does on TV They fuckin' left me to bleed my heart out Feed my fall out with everyone tied to me I'm supposed to grow and adjust (I wanna die) But I've been dreaming up machines that I could use as a front And I can hardly fucking breathe with all this weed in my lungs What I thought you needed was perceived as being something I'm not So go on tell all your friends that I don't know what you want Gotta meet your gaze, keep it locked Gonna eat your brains while you watch me I won't let you stop me I'm just like a zombie for your love Yeah, I don't know what you want (what you want) I should leave your place before I rot (before I rot) Can't help but compete for praise and it's toxic Don't think I can stop it Try writing a pop hit without luck Yeah, I don't know what you want