Cynical Skin

Talk candy in my ear

Come on, come on

I want you toxic, talk sick baby

I know those gospel lips can change me

Look to the right of me, okay

We got exhibit "A"

She, she ain't okay

And to the left, the left of me

We got exhibit "B"

Oh, she's a mess to say at least

She's got her daddy's money, money, money

Honey, I think you should run

Look, oh look around

You're lost but never found, no

Six 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

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

Look, oh look around

You're lost but never found, no

Six feet below the ground

Where you avoid your problems

Look, oh look around

You're lost but never found, no

Six feet below the ground

Where you will never solve them

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

The last contendent, bad for you, bad for us

This capillary root could root up all the little

The puzzle pieces of what you've been through

You hair all up in knots, don't ever say you're not

Oh, just a nothing

'Cause I swear downstairs you're something

Egotistic, cynical I'm getting out of control

Out of control

Out of control

Look, oh look around

You're lost but never found, no

Six feet below the ground

Where you avoid your problems

Look, oh look around

You're lost but never found, no

Six feet below the ground

Where you will never solve them

Look, oh look around

You're lost but never found, no

Six feet below the ground

Where you avoid your problems

Out of control

Out of control