Cynical Skin

[Intro] Talk candy in my ear Come on, come on I want your toxic, talk sick, baby I know those gospel lips can change me [Verse 1] Look to the right of me, okay? We got exhibit, "A" She, she ain't okay today And to the left, the left of me We got exhibit, "B" Oh, she's a mess to say the least She's got her daddy's money, money, money Honey, I think you should run (I think you should) run [Chorus] Look, oh, look around, you're lost But never found, no 6 feet below the ground Where you avoid your problems [Verse 2] Look right in front of me We got exhibit, "C" Anorexic, obsessed with magazines And when I look over here Oh my God, that's me in the mirror Oh no, no, ladies and gentlemen This is my fear My eyes and ears Honey I think you should run, run [Chorus] Look, oh, look around, you're lost But never found, no 6 feet below the ground Where you will never solve them [Bridge] (I know you don't want to hear this, but just listen) The last contender Bad for us, bad for you This capillary root Could root up all the little puzzle pieces Of what you've been through You hair all up in knots Don't ever say your not Oh, just a nothing Cause I swear, downstairs you're something That's egotistic, cynical I'm getting out of control Out of control Out of control, out of control Look, oh, look around, you're lost But never found, no 6 feet below the ground Where you avoid your problems Look, oh, look around, you're lost But never found, no 6 feet below the ground Where you will never solve them Look, oh, look around, you're lost But never found, no 6 feet below the ground Where you avoid your problem [Outro] Out of control I've got control