Why are we so obsessed with cutting skin(?) 
When the real things in our lives can't get in 

Marching to the same [bad word] 
Every single beat's gone 
I can hear the dark [bad word] 
Another generation 
Fighting for attention 
Can't you see I'm tired [bad word]  

There's a house in the forest 
Where her days are forgotten 
By the lake, she dropped her dreams 
And now they've sunk to the bottom 

Oh, beauty queen 
It's only skin deep 
It's only thin sheets 
There's no audience 

Oh, beauty queen 
Something's telling me 
That you were never meant to be 
Trapped in time 

Why are we holding hands like paper chains? 
Why are we so content to stay the same? 

Marching to the same [bad word] 
Every single beat's gone 
I can hear the dark [bad word] 

Another generation 
Fighting for attention 
Can't you see I'm tired [bad word]  

There's a girl I remember 
Who was everyone's dream 
Now her face has [bad word] her 
It's the saddest thing you'll ever see 

Oh, beauty queen 
It's only skin deep 
It's only thin sheets 
There's no audience 

Oh, beauty queen 
Something's telling me 
That you were never meant to be 
Trapped in time 

There's a house in the forest 
Where her days are forgotten 
By the lake she dropped her dreams 
Now they've sunk to the bottom 

Oh, oh oh oh oh oh 
Oh, oh oh oh oh oh 
Oh, oh oh oh oh 
Oh, oh oh oh oh oh 

Oh, beauty queen 
It's only skin deep 
It's only thin sheets 
There's no audience 

Oh, beauty queen 
Something's telling me 
That you were never meant to be 
Trapped in time