We are chocolate covered peoples in our chocolate covered world
Living our sweet and sour lives with vanilla souls inside
Just like Lazarus buried deep under Caramel coated asphalt.
How many licks to the centre of universe? Help me find out.
Nothings real in our world of plastic
A world where everything is synthetic
Using platform drugs
To blind the world of trouble
Holding hands of dust
A world with no revival
I’m feeling sick
Sick of our race
Mother Nature had lied
Only death in your face
Daddy don’t you love me? Won’t you please hold my hand?
After rhinoplasty, mammaplasty, Banna-ramma-lammaplasty?
After botox needles slipping in, I prayed that I’d be loved by him.
I’m more woman then man now, more plastic then woman.
Using platform drugs
To blind the world of trouble
Holding hands of dust
A world with no revival
I’m feeling sick
Sick of our race
Mother Nature had lied
Only death in your face