Separation -Buried In Verona
Written by ：Brett Anderson/Richard Newman/Mark Harris
You f**king make me sick
You're cut to pieces
They're all around
You think you can take one
Heart can't be found
You're just a sheep
In the masses clothing
Vowed to your shepherd
Now you're following
You f**king make me sick
Fake
You f**king make me
Sick
Fake
You f**king make me
You seek attention
Of a world gone wrong
No place you can hide now
Blink your eyes you're gone
You're just a sheep
In the masses clothing
Vowed to your shepherd
Now you're following
You f**king make me sick
Fake
You f**king make me sick
Fake
You f**king make me sick
Fake
You f**king make me sick
Fake
You f**king make me
Close your eyes again
Are you blinded by the web of f**king lies
Pretend
That you're worth something when you're not
Behind a screen
Do you dream
Do you wish that you were in
Someone else's skin
And I know that no one is listening
Close your eyes again
Are you blinded by the web of f**king lies
Pretend
That you're worth something when you're not
Behind a screen
Do you dream
Do you wish that you were in
Someone else's skin
And I know that no one is listening
You f**king make me sick
Fake
You f**king make me sick
Fake
You f**king make me