Verse 1:

It seems that father’s near, alone
To start an ultraviolence show
Why don't [bad word] and sidle up to me?
I've got a gift to turn it real - a fantasy

 [bad word] 1:

The silence is not aloud
The scream I need
I want it now and here

In silence I can't exist
No reason why
My angel is a freak

Verse 2:

Why are you waiting here alone, alone?
You are the meaning of the show, the show
Why don't [bad word] and sidle up to me?
I've got a gift to turn it real - a fantasy

 [bad word] 2:

Why don’t [bad word] and sidle up to me
I've got a gift to turn it real - a fantasy

 [bad word] 3: