Walking Zero from Becoming X by Sneaker Pimps

Sacrifice my vanity,
kick off my heels,
A careless weight on your hatred,

Understand it's so simple,
a simple please,
To keep the faithful on a wounded knee,

To the madness I do confess,
I never see myself as blessed.
Confused, unaddressed,
Like a saviour I do caress,
The truth is boredom more or less,
unused, obsessed,

My time is only given up to you,
too much to choose,
It's not mine to contemplate if I can lose,
With this blood on my shoes.

Compromise in full extreme,
cut off my heels,
Name a price on what's sacred.

Guaranteed I've got something,
a royal disease,
Take a flood to clean these streets,

To the madness I do confess,
Forever see myself as blessed,
immune, obsessed,
Like a saviour I do caress,
the truth is boredom, it's excess,
take more, give less,

My time is only given up to you,
too much to choose,
It's not mine to contemplate if I can lose,
With this blood on my shoes.

• Electronic
• Pop
• dream pop
• indie pop
• synth pop
• trip hop
• Los Angeles