Cynical Skin

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 me, 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 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 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 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 contendent Bad for us, bad for you This capillary root Could root up all the little 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 That's 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 I've got control