I Don't Want You. I Don't Need You. I Don't Love You. Because Hey. I'm The Loneliest Place. . Medicated Imbecile Girl. Running Your Mouth. You Think Your Trust Fund's Running.
You corpse animators, charcoal burners,. moulders of wax, adherants to the Seen. . The Black Hand pushes. Your- agnostic reflex. You- automatons. Of- the animatronic sham.
In the worst times. I say the best lines. . In the place with the city view. I sit and smile like I'm someone new. . I'll never back down. I'll never turn around.