O, Service Provider
You pull the net tighter
You kick the door wider in order to support
My shameful excesses
My illness progresses
I’m hardly the man I thought I was before
But when the world turns on me I turn on you
And when the world turns on me I know what to do
I turn on Secret Mode
I enter the passcode
I follow that dark and lonesome road wherever it goes
I turn on Secret Mode
I input the passcode
I wander the sad and seedy path I’ve walked before
No more an innocent
I came and I went
My spirit is spent
My eyes swollen and sore
Shame on me, Secret Mode
I lightened my load
I crumple and fold till I am two foot tall
I close my eyes and seared on their lids:
Those terrible sights;
Those terrible things
My mind on fire
My marriage on ice
Service Provider, I’m caught in your vice
So when the world turns on me I turn on you
And when the world turns on me I know what to do
Yeah, when the world turns on me I turn on you