Stop and stall  like a combustion engine  malfunctioning, faulty machine  the TV screen burns like a laser  puts holes through the retinas of dreams  forward slash, a trio of w's  dressed up in their polka-dot coms  friends won't last, but i've got it beat  now i back them up on CD Rom    the words that you gave me are sweet and they're savory  you don't stand to gain much from this    remember these eyes  they march with such innocence  now lost in the anchorman's lies  if loneliness kills, well you'll never notice  'cause loneliness won't be televised  (the subtitles read...)    the words that you gave me are sweet and they're savory  you don't stand to gain much from this    so close