I forsake the good with the bad
My nightmare is their lie
Sugar-coated poison half concealed
Beneath the surface is decay
Rotten cancer, clothe my life
The eyes are the window to the soul
Disease waits in the shiny plastic
Cretin who*es walk the street
Blow-dried lies the false idol
Useless hope from founded lies
The eyes are the window to the soul
Sugar-coated poison half concealed
My nightmare is their lie
I forsake the good with the bad
Familiarity breeds contempt
Such nausea I've never known
Rotten cancer, clothe my life
The eyes are the window to the soul