Letras: Blake Babies. Civil War.

I'd really love to turn it off, but they all know my name
It's funny when you realize that you are a clich? br> when you don't have anything to say you can make it up
There's only five emotions and they all can kill you
So I like to numb myself
It's quiet and familiar
When you don't have anything to say, you can make it up

When I get into bed
There's a war in my head and there's five hundred dead
When you don't have anything to say, you can make it up