The Trade Off

The power to imbue most anything I choose With paranoia so vague Trust lacking within I fear everything A beauty both staggering and plain Known as a recluse, solitude I choose To be safe from the inane Bothered by mindset that wont let me rest, I’m driving myself insane Well just don’t let it go to my head Well just don’t let it go to my head Pictures, pictures Is that all that's left, from the time that there were gods So hit me, kiss me, believe me when I say it’s ‘til death Well just don’t let it go to my head Well just don’t let it go to my head My heart races to catch up with me, and stumbles over sentimental strings Well just don’t let it go to my head Well just don’t let it go to my head Pictures, pictures Is that all that's left, from the time that there were gods So hit me, kiss me, believe me when I say it’s ‘til death Pictures, pictures Is that all that's left, from the time that there were gods So hit me, kiss me, believe me when I say it’s ‘til death