Even for an Eggshell

Somethings rotten in the state of Denmark

A broken home, who picks up the pieces

Either way, Ophelia will cry

So lick your lips and mend your hair

This mess wont make a difference here

For anyone but you

Well get me out of this shell

The nights about wearing thin

And I never wanted this day to end

Moral fibers split till they're grey

And the gravedigger laughs as we waste away

A contest and the trick tip marks the end

Mistaken thirst quenched with this cup

The kiss of death from rotten lips

Never forget, never let live again

They sell better homes than these

I saw it on TV!

Perfect Lives

Perfect Lies