I ought to know I'm not so black and pretty

too big, suspended two dimensional glory

in competition watch your suicide clothes:

flat screen targets sweat shop fashion

my love

my love is bleeding out and

my love

my love is keeping doubt for

all this processed

hatred from the heart's eye model citizen

no alibi burning their beauty from your face

in plastic we rust

one bomb for them

another one for us

so wipe the smell of the bourgeoisie off me

and wash the billboard bus stop benches imprisoned you'll see

caught in the act resist this dying, bloody

model citizen lobotomy

burning their beauty from your face

in plastic we rust

one bomb for them

another one for us

burning the time to say I'm sorry

Annihilate

one bomb for them

another one for us

with the light's out

would you be there?

would you walk the words off camera?

Run beside me

turning isolation into family

would you be there?

Would you walk the words and open stitches

don't follow run beside me

'til we stand still and the world moves over