Turn It Off

I've got your name

Got your notebook

Cellphone look

Population

An invitation to die

And all the faces

Mopeds can't collide

It's fascination

And it will eat you aliveMe I'm no stranger to the

Law

And no I won't abide

I've got my handcuffs

Mouth taped

Suicide eyes

And all the faces

Gracious

Look up to the sky

This is the way of the

World

Weight of the world

Makes me cryI could have been easier

On you

I should have been a

Little bit easier on you