All The Pretty Things
You Think You Want Them
But They Aren’t Real
Pretty Things
Bling Bling
Gold Rings And Silver Spoons
Won’t Mean A Thing
Death Comes And Brings
Roaches, Wet, Wet Earth
The Worms Crawl Up
In And Out Of You
And Even If You Get Your Casket
The Kind That Has A Great Seal
The Maggots Already Wait,
They Are In Your Flesh
Right Now
I See Them Behind
Your Empty Eyes
You Are Already Dead Girl
Looking For The Latest Fashions
No Idea Of Your Own Creation
Following All The Trends
In Music And Clothes
You Don’t Know What Music Is
And You Have No Self Expression
You Don’t Know What You Think Is Cool
You Let Other People Tell You
I Guess Some People Are Just
Born Without A Soul