Cynical Skin

Talk candy in my ear
Come on
Come on
You're so toxic toxic baby
I know those gospel lips won't 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
I think you should run
Look oh look around, you're lost
But never found, no
Six feet below the ground,
Where you hide from 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 useless peers
Honey I think you should run
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 wanna hear this but just listen)
The last contender
Bad for us
Bad for you
For all in the room
This capillary root
Could root up
All the little
Puzzle peices
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.
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
Out of control
I've got control