Oh, look at the piggy, piggy in the mirror

Flowers in your mouth and the same dry song, the routine frome laughter land. 18 white legs and a row of teeth, I watch you in secrecy.
Your dying for the hope is gone, frome here we go nowhere again. I'm trapped in my face and I'm changing too much, I can't climb out the way I fell in.
Jump with me for that old forgotten dance! the midnight sun will burn you up. Your life is cold, your life is hard, your life is too much for words.
I'm the waiting beast, I'm the twisted nerve as I dance dance, back to the body in my bed.