All the priceless faces for the sake of pulling in, push away
Plasticaste on eight-fold path, twelve steps last just long enough to say
The past is out of style, so I can always burn it up and make it new
The golden heart’s her smile, and she would never tear it up and see you through

Chorus:
Cut the camera and save your soul
Cut the camera and take control
Cut the camera save your soul
Cut the camera and credits roll

Days are made of chemicals and nights are made of siphoned gasoline
Sanctity in credit cards, and trust in 48 hours keeps you free
Predicaments of residence, indifference is forced to make a choice
Sacraments of pleasantness, two-sidedness, I think I’ve lost my voice

Chorus

You’re practical, you’re clinical, you’re in love, you’re insane
You’re laxical, you’re criminal, you’re in love, you’re insane

Chorus