She's just a pretty weed,
planted in this city of gray...

Will you venture out now?
This sugar-coated poison has lost its kick...

A city shrouded in gray,
alleyways cold with dismay...

Dust on the shelf, it lingers.
But I left long ago...

Walking by the ocean, do you feel free?
The boardwalk creaks underneath your shoes...

You were my chemical creation,
my bio-hazard love...

All those letters you wrote,
they never meant anything...

See me, hear me.
Do you feel me yet...

(Step right up, ladies and gentlemen,
let's see if you have what it takes...

He's a small town guy with pretty eyes,
looking for a stream of light in the sky...

It's storming out, and I'm wondering
"Is he thinking about me?&quot...

Pearly, iridescent, cascading tears
are trailing down porcelain doll faces...