You wanna lock me away cuz I hurt
I was a sad and lonely child
You're embarra**ed of me because I'm ugly
I'm burdened by fads and fashion
Curses to the cultures of hair
The devil comes calling in the form of despair
“Cuz I lied, you think you're better than me?”
We're all patriots of a lying scheming regime
I'm the offspring of an obsolete machine
And now you want to lock me away
Because I praise Creation
You wanna lock me away, lock me away
You wanna lock me away, lock me away
The devil comes calling in the form of despair
I praise Creation
I praise Creation
I praise Creation
I praise Creation