Turn It Off

I've got your name Got your notebook Cellphone look Population An invitation to die And all the faces Mopeds can't collide It's fascination And it will eat you alive Me I'm no stranger to the law and no I won't abide I've got my handcuffs Mouth taped Suicide eyes And all the faces Gracious Look up to the sky This is the way of the world Weight of the world makes me cry I could have been easier on you I should have been a little bit easier on you