| Deep down the most desired road | 
| They see a golden son | 
| You’re not the only one | 
| Dig out the soul but they see it the same | 
| The quicker digestion | 
| The easier way | 
| Don’t wanna know who you really are | 
| Don’t wanna know what you want | 
| What you’re begging for | 
| The pheromones eating through your blood | 
| Break down, break down, break | 
| (Nowhere to run) | 
| (Nowhere to go) | 
| Imitation of imitation | 
| Your reflection’s just an animation of (Rite of) | 
| Passage forgotten, now just labeled insane | 
| The door’s been kicked open | 
| And they’ll sloth through the frame | 
| Open your eyes two needles wide | 
| In the double speed age, the truth is easy to hide | 
| Just along for the broken ride | 
| They’ve bought it, absorbed it, it’s inside their DNA | 
| (Nowhere to run) | 
| Don’t wanna know who you really are | 
| Don’t wanna know what you want | 
| What you’re begging for | 
| The pheromones eating through your blood | 
| Break down, break down | 
| Don’t wanna know who you really are | 
| Don’t wanna know what you want | 
| What you’re begging for | 
| The pheromones eating through your blood | 
| Break down, break down, break | 
| An imitation of my imagination | 
| Of grinding through the dentin | 
| A broken record in the basement | 
| The old toy you used to play with | 
| You lied, I’ve tried to forgive | 
| But it wants both of us now | 
| Don’t wanna know who you really are | 
| Don’t wanna know what you want | 
| What you’re begging for | 
| The pheromones eating through your blood | 
| Break down, break down | 
| Don’t wanna know who you really are | 
| Break down, break down, break | 
| Only one way down |