Patent-leather lies and
Porno promises
Seem so good to me
Coated in the resin
Of what I used to be
Controlled and con-descending
Rolling through the world
Death is never-ending
Burned alive and swirled
Crawling up the knives
And sliding down the ladders
Wasting all our lives
Ain't that all that matters?
Gods in the closet, hidden away
Maybe sometime we'll let
Them out to play
