| Inside, I'm all twisted round | |
| Feeling uptight and I can't come down | |
| And I need someone to sell me | |
| I'm safe again | |
| And I need someone to tell me | |
| That they really care | |
| What have we become | |
| Could you comfort me, comfort me | |
| The whole world's come undone | |
| Could you comfort me, comfort me | |
| Back up, evolution here | |
| All the sick fucks, being born to kill | |
| They just need someone to sell them | |
| They're safe again | |
| They all need someone to tell them | |
| That somebody cares | |
| What have we become | |
| Could you comfort me, comfort me | |
| The whole world's come undone | |
| Could you comfort me, comfort me | |
| You're going to bring the world down | |
| Bring the whole world down | |
| What have we become | |
| Could you comfort me, comfort me | |
| The whole world's come undone | |
| Could you comfort me, comfort me | |
| What have we become | |
| Could you comfort me, comfort me | |
| The whole world's come undone | |
| Could you comfort me, comfort me |