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