Pretty faces, broken mirrors..hipbone keepsakes
scene kids, polka dots, rad hair..pretty memories.
too much make-up, trying desperately to stand out..
lets all let them take the stage...
sitting under candle-light, dancing their hearts out..
lets all aplaud their originality...
pretty clothes, smelling of soft mistrust..
emo-kids and original clones, lets all hate ourselves..
knives and razor-blades, glistening self-loathing..
lets let them cry on the dance-floor, you know they want to..
hes got her wearing his hatred..pretending to care..
they keep repeating theur chants, \"we\'re not sorry\"
saying good-bye, same old story...
light sleepers, 10 seconds and your gone..
scence kids, we envy you lack of originality
we still love you..you smell like beauty..
dance, dance children..
we\'ll watch you mask your face with white lies,
cover your eyes with your black heart..
red your cheeks with crimson life..
and wonder why your so pathetic...
