What if cut myself to see how it feels,
to make you a witness of your own passivness?
Yeah,
all I've seen is a monster,
stuffed with a despair that victimes can't cure,
a puppet whose strings everyone manipulates,
confined in this honeycomb.
You're
a prayer so regular.
You're
a prayer so regular.
Your vision's fading away,
replaced by new standard aims.
Those failures in your outlines
will be imprints for someone's triumphs.
These past pictures turning into motion
remind you you're missing the cavalcade.
Your vision's fading away,
it's time for a new rebirth.
You're
so-
so!
Regular, regular.
You're so regular-
so regular.
You're so regular,
regular,
regular,
regular,
regular,
regular,
regular.
Scream out loud!
You're
so regular.
You're
so regular.