Tonight Ill laugh myself asleep again to the same old swan songs I just keep hearing and you strike every nerve with your pretensions. Always the butt of the joke when no ones laughing. You wanted the role, now your playing the part, theyre dying to be just like you. Sing us a song where we cant sing along and youre the new sensation. Im better off with my two left feet, youre no god damned messiah with the answers to everything. I know that hell is other people, I know Ill lose my mind, I need some inspiration. Ive grown sick - slick ******** - eat your heart out, this songs about you. Who needs a spine anyway? Without a backbone Its just aesthetics. I cant take the noise anymore so pry up the floorboards and raise the dead - Its time to raise the dead.
You wanted the role, now your playing the part, theyre dying to be just like you. Sing us a song where we cant sing along and youre the new sensation.
Oh...5AM on the bathroom floor from the night before, do you find me dreadful? What a shame, such a sad disgrace. Such a pretty face, but she's not regretful. Am I beautiful? Am I usable?
3AM on the city street, when the air is sweet I've had my mouth full...but it seems that outside the screen such a pretty face often will look dreadful, oh...Am I beautiful? Am I usable?
It's killing time again...Put on your face and let's pretend...these killing lights won't kill us all again. It's killing time again, cover your face and we'll pretend these killing lights can't kill us all again.
You see, they always remember. They never forget a face...when they cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut you up...Cut, cut, cut, cut...they remember. Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut you up...Cut you up.