Текст песне : Freak Kitchen. Broken Food.

Are you going to say "hi" to me?
What a waste of sympathy
I'm stuck in my stupid misery
A self-centered son of a bitch...
You know, I used to wake up in a good mood most everyday
Now it shifts from grey to grey
I'm an arm short, but that's ok
My head seems to be the problem
You can't bring me down; I'm already there
There's nothing you can say; I no longer care
I'm sorry, but you can't harm me with that attitude
I was raised on broken food...
Is there anything I can do for you?
Ease your conscience for a minute or two?
You can try 'til your face turns blue
With this self-centered son of a bitch
You can't bring me down; I'm already there
There's nothing you can say; I no longer care
I'm sorry, but you can't harm me with that attitude
I've been raised on broken food
Are you going to say "hi" to me?
You know I'd really like that
What I say and what I think might not be the same, you see...
I would really, really like that