Enon

Theyre giving praise
before an itchy trigger
That aims to plug into your energy
By means of crunching up
Some numbered figures
And hope you choose
From the names that get bought in a row
Doesnt work anymore,
It doesnt make it alright.
Youre just a name on the shelf,
And the colors amaze,
But they dont cover the lies.
Lets put some change into a broken meter.
Lets make a sickness with the remedy.
A hint of mint and then theres no more flavor,
Another bruise on the bulletin nose‚
It doesnt hurt anymore,
It doesnt make it alright.
Youre just a name on the shelf,
And the colors amaze,
But they dont cover the lies.
I get sold
It doesnt hurt anymore,
It doesnt mean it was right.
Youre just a name on the shelf,
And the colors amaze,
But they dont cover the lies.
And you know I get sold;
It doesnt hurt anymore,
It doesnt mean it was right.
Youre just a name on the shelf,
And the colors amaze,
But they dont cover the lies.
I cant remember the name, but Im sold!
It doesnt hurt anymore,
It doesnt mean it was right.
Youre just a name on the shelf,
And the colors amaze,
But they dont cover the lies.
[ Sold! Lyrics ]