Cynical Skin 歌词

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 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 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 pieces 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 Look, oh, look around You're lost but never found, no 6 Feet below the ground Where you avoid your problems Out of control I've got control