I pray to her in the cab.
She just prays I let her out.
Start driving away down the dusty road.
Try to start a general conversation.
She won't answer. Surrounded by the cool clear,
Dark of night as we race down the road.
A star twinkles as she blankly stares,
And reflects nothing.
The table all set and ready to go.
Every little thing has to be so perfect before I reveal myself.
I gently slide the mask off and smile.
I search the frequencies of Hell until I find the tone of angels.
I sit with her a while and try to pretend.
I whisper pretty things to her, she doesn't feel a thing.
Once I'm inside, the models all mine.
And reflects nothing.
The table all set and ready to go.
Every little thing has to be so perfect before I reveal myself.
I gently slide the mask off and smile.
I search the frequencies of Hell until I find the tone of angels.
Getting high, I can't help but reflect
On a world not my own of abuse and neglect.
Why do I know things I shouldn't know,
And can't control the things I should control.
Once I'm inside, the models all mine.
And reflects nothing.
Life has changed, my existence a meaningless tome.
Not my place. So much has been taken from me.
I still get by, booze and lust; that's all I need.
Except for one part, my heart so cold.
b**hes around the world, frozen to my soul.
One more stiff broad isn't going to matter.
I'll never know. What happened to me.
I couldn't control. What happened to me.
They'll never know. What happened to me.
They couldn't control. What happened to me.
I just don't know. What happens to me.
When I lose control, the Devil loves what I have done.