[Verse 1] White disc. Dry tongue. A delusional prayer For the young. [Verse 2] Doctor smiles. Clock ticks. Believe the ghost. Buy the fix. [Pre-Chorus] It’s empty. But it’s heavy. The brain... Is getting ready. [Chorus] Sweet... Sugar-coated... Lies. Feeding... On the... Empty supply. (I’m the puppet!) [Verse 3] Synthetic fever. Warmth in the eye. Polishing rust. Watching it... die. [Chorus] Sweet... Sugar-coated... Lies. Feeding... On the... Empty supply. (I’m cured!) [Bridge] Pill of dust, Brain of God. Am I better? Or just... Flawed? (NOT REAL!) (NOT REAL!) Fake blood. Fake soul. [Solo] [Pre-Chorus] It’s empty. But it’s heavy. The brain... Is getting ready. [Chorus] Sweet... Sugar-coated... Lies. Feeding... On the... Empty supply. (I’m the puppet!) [Outro] Sugar. Dust. Silence. The trick... Is done.
