you just want to strip me   off of who i am   divide me into pieces   and then you can decide   what it is you want   a heart a mind a fuck   if it's all the same to you   i'll choose instead   it's a close race, close race   you're pushing the buttons now   as fast as you can   close race, close race   now it's time to understand   and leave you, leave you   stranded here   a pilot with no plane   my parachute will open   while yours will fail   and it doesn't really matter   if your crash-helmet is on   i'll just light another   of your cigarettes   and the ghosts that haunt this house   will slowly fade away