Fashion Cult

First:

There's a cut on my arm

But it's nearly a joust,

And the knife on my bed

Merely mirrors the room.

On the window still lies,

Just white shoes on the floor.

And the touch of the sun

Is cutting my eyes,

And it's coming on close,

Soon be slicing my edge.

And crawl to the bed

But the back's still in place.

Put us into scenes

And let us escape.

Or make us a role,

Coming on, nothing less;

Like a touch of mystique,

But a hint of the sign.

It's another long year,

But nothing passes like time.

Second:

It's another sad day

In another sad place,

And a cut in the arm's

Better than one in the face.

And I'm taking the message,

I'm still rather young,

Not ready to give up,

I'm still hanging on.

Oh, I can understand you,

You gave up before.

It's another reaction

To another betrayal,

Just a lack of approval,

Another sad day.

But the reality bores me

Like the dream of a home,

For the sons of heroes,

But the child sits down

By the fire that burns

And the fire that stuns.

I can understand that

You can't understand me.

I can understand you,

Can't understand me.

Understand you,

Try to understand me.

It's not that easy

To understand me.

It's not that easy

To understand me.

It's not that easy

To understand me.

It's not that easy

To understand me.

Understand me.

Understand me.

Understand me.