Weapons of mass destruction are illegal
I remind you...
In this world of evil and hurt
We are made to believe that we are dirt...
I am--as perfect as perfection could ever be.
I am--the poster child of the Tabloids stories...
One night I decide to sit on a chair
A chair by the stairs, in the middle of no where...
There's no simple way of thinking,
Since New Orleans was sinking...
Funny thing about life,
One day you have everything figured out...
Time spins before my eyes
memories reflect those perfect lies...
City lights
painted up against...
Look in the mirror my child
What is it that you think you see...
Believe what you want
Wear what you will...
Sometimes I hate it how our mind wonders
How our thoughts wont disappear...
Put on make-up, so they won't see your face,
Train a lot, and fake the grace...