A slap in the face of a superficial society.
heavy grunge noise angry
Story behind the song
Written in Krystle's apartment the same night I wrote Dork/Dick. Aimed at people who are afraid to be themselves and the depression trend. How cool it is to be sad.
Lyrics
Shield my eyes to read the ancient writing that is carved between your thighs. I love you to death, just like all the rest. All her scars are beauty marks she stapled to her head and she says "Look at me! Look at me!"
Deep inside the dolly is synthetic, she's got nothing real to hide. Just clockwork and gears counting the years. All her tears are acid spreading rot across her face and she says "Look at me! Look at me! I'm somebody else."