Turn off your TV all these naked bodies puts a pressure on me,
This weight on my back, breaks me every time, uncovers the cracks
We’ve gone too far but who am I to judge with such a sensitive mind
We’re not going to hide behind tight jeans and young male pride

I can’t stop this

Feel the numbness of life, we point our emotion to other sides
Buy a new car, experiment with lovers but you can’t turn the tides
I want to feel the elation, seems like forever since I’ve been released
Are we poets or priests, lions or the cheats, fame won’t come for free

I can’t stop this

Can anybody show the way,
No not one, so put your hands up, put your hands up…

I can’t stop this