The Hol[ ]y Tape... Songtext

None of this has changed, when we all look the same.
Addicted to the one that left you, we can't forget you.
We colonized in war, predicting many more.
Addicted to the hand that fed you, you can't remember.

Year color. I wonder...
The more trouble that we get in,
The more fun if we don't get caught up in it.
Prefabricate that skin!