Lashing out again as something begs to take control
Young and elegant but somehow old before her time
Lie in sows with formal dress, you can't see through the dirt
Chronological princess to impress she feeds the poor
They lied about the things that they told you
They lied about the things that they told you
Now you feel I'm to blame
Flash of dust creationist he's healing Cro-Mag man
Genre feeling out of it, just pleased to go to bed
And I think that I will never die
But the words don't want to leave your mouth
Like a mountain you won't budge an inch
Don't think I'll waste with it
Magic carpet ride
Fly a mile to touch down in apathy
More than meets the eye
But the last boat's gone
So, I'm on my feet again
I lied about things that I told you
I lied about the things that I told you
But I can't stop myself