Cynical Skin

Talk candy in my ear

Come on

Come on

I want your toxic, talk sick baby

I know those gospel lips can change me

Look to the right of my okay?

We got exhibit "a"

She

She ain't okay today

And to the left

The left of me

We got exhibit "b"

Oh she's a mess

To say the least

She's got her daddy's

Money money money

Honey I think you should run

I think you should run

Look oh look around, you're lost

But never found, no

6 Feet below the ground

Where you avoid your problems

Look right in front of me

We got exhibit "c"

Anorexic, obsessed with magazines

And when I look over here

Oh my god that's me in the mirror

No no no ladies and gentlemen

This is my fear

My eyes and ears

Honey I think you should run

I think you should run

Look oh look around, you're lost

But never found, no

6 Feet below the ground

Where you avoid your problems

Look oh look around, you're lost

But never found, no

6 Feet below the ground

Where you will never solve them

(I know you don't wanna' hear this but just listen)

The last contendant

Bad for us

Bad for you

This capillary root

Could root up

All the little

Puzzle peices

Of what you've been through

Your hair all up in knots

Don't ever say you're not

Oh just a nothin'

Cause I swear downstairs you're somethin'

Egotistic, cynical

I'm gettin'

Out of control

Out of control

Out of control

Look oh look around, you're lost

But never found, no

6 Feet below the ground

Where you avoid your problems

Look oh look around, you're lost

But never found, no

6 Feet below the ground

Where you will never solve them

Out of control

I've got control