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 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
6 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
I think you should run

Look oh look around, you're lost
But never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you avoid your problems

Look oh look around, you're lost
But never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you will never solve them

(I know you don't wanna' hear this but just listen)

The last contendant
Bad for us
Bad for you
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
6 Feet below the ground
Where you avoid your problems

Look oh look around, you're lost
But never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you will never solve them

Out of control
I've got control