The sun flies through the sky and leaves darkness in its wake

Now I hear the hell hounds barking at the gate

To be honest sometimes I don't want you to relate

This ain't up for discussion, it's not a topic for debate

Entrepreneurs, they want to bottle up the hate

Slap a label on the glass so hard that it'll break

If you break it, you buy it, and we sold it by the case

It's okay if you just try it, you can hold it to your face

How close can you get without touching?

How far removed can you get from the public?

Can you keep a secret? If not, can you tie a slip knot?

Can you stand high up on this brick

Block and listen to the clock tick?

Talk and switch gears

It's been one, two, three, four, five, six years

Are they all dancing now? Are you joining the party?

Are you celebrating life just by destroying your body?

It's a part of your psyche I want to sightsee

I don't need you as a tour guide and I don't want you to like me

I was voted least likely, that's it, just least likely

So pardon me if I seem feisty

Bite my tongue like a bullet, take a pull from the peace pipe

Push past the low expectations of me each night

I leave light in my wake, I moonwalk across the floor

'Til I hear the sex kittens all purring at the door

There's something outside that we all want

But inside there's an X who marks a soft spot

'Til it rots and decays and then no one else cares

It's been seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve years

Now I sell pennies to the well-wishers, I fish through the coin slots

I fall for a girl's bait and participate in boycotts

I demonstrate a demon's trait with a face void of thoughts

If that don't launch a thousand ships then that's Helen of Troy's loss

There's nothing in this horse

It's hollow, it's empty, its entry will not be forced

Like an eye socket stripped clean of tears

It's been thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen years