Shes so sick and tired of curbing her own intellect
Just for fools who greet the world with disinterest
Unlike the bullet in her barrel of the gun
Before she has time to regret
It wears her out just to take the first step.
So long starved of thought it doesn't bare thinking about
A new year resolved to reveal shes a drop out.
Home abuses and mis-shapes her, work teaches brutality
And a passion for the pack mentality.
But don't you know, that you're so beautiful
When everything you touch turns to gold?
And don't you know, that we're so beautiful
When we don't listen to what we're told?
We look sick and tired to idiots who don't know best
But claim their fame through subtle shades of incest.
They suffer their own company
Through thin and thick, well, they're the latter
We waste away while we watch them over eat.
A shame to see their pride, watch them go from deep to wide
A glass is raised to usher them back to their lives.
Where more is less and they do breed mess
Stomping glass like god damned insects
Aborted, they lay waste to their best interests
But don't you know, that you're so beautiful
When everything you touch turns to gold?
And don't you know, that we're so beautiful
When we don't listen to what we're told?