my friends have guns now
and fake cocaine smiles
theyre getting strange
fat and happy in a dirt pile
they cut out your eyes
they stuff powder inside
they gave up faith and my coordinates to the empire
my head has a...
(Hey! Hey!)
my heart has a...
(Hey! Hey!)
the possibility
of them corrupting me
is kind of big
im a changeling amp
pick me up
my head has a hole you made it
my heart has a head too, its thinking of you
(x2)
my head has a hole, you made it
my head has a hole you made it
(Hey! Hey!)
my heart has a head too, its thinking of you
(Hey! Hey!)
i have a head. soul, who needs it?
(Hey! Hey!)
i have a heart, that's a soul too. something i can't prove
(Hey! Hey!)
my head has a hole, you made it