soulless blue eyes keep me from myself
for when you leave ill still be here
left to wander around the concrete farms
what do you after yr favorite harm
yr cigarettes taste like opiates
and still got nothing to show for it

ill be the ghost that cannot cry
ill be the sadness in yr eyes

lady made of gold ill do as i am told
pull my teeth out for the christmas wreath
i still dont care i never will
and i dont care why for how its been