push holes in the plastic
immaculate dolls in the hands of a child with a ratchet
two fingers too out of control
the confusion shall leave us to vultures and preachers
i hate it. can't take it. i can't believe it
turn over another day older
another day nearer to jumping on over
bloodsuckers and lovers that leave you
and tease you and cheat you
deceive you i see through
i hate it. don't want it. i can't believe it
i'll say what i wanna say
i'll say what i wanna say