Lost in the depths of your mind vacant, distant
Easy to close your eyes, your eyes for the auction
You sell it on your back
You can hardly protect yourself
So accepting, they have your best intentions

Admit defeat to me
Cut up in a million pieces
Enclosed in packaging
You look so sweet filled with deceit

You catch me armed to the teeth
I will be the last one standing

Your [bad word] with a fee
You look so cheap with the price you’re demanding

I refuse to be that weak
It’s not enough
I refuse to be that weak

You feel so pure when you spit it out
It makes you so sick when you swallow
Obsessed with flashing lights

Admit defeat to me
Cut up in a million pieces
Enclosed in packaging
You look so sweet filled with deceit

You catch me armed to the teeth
I will be the last one standing
Your [bad word] with a fee
You look so cheap with the price you’re demanding

I refuse to be that weak
It’s not enough
I refuse to be that weak

Don’t want it
Won’t [bad word] like you

thing of beauty polished bright before it’s sold
dead-eyed girl [bad word] to life when she is told
thing of beauty polished bright before it’s sold
I promise I could break the mold
I promise I could break the mold

You feel so pure when you spit it out
It makes you so sick when you swallow
Obsessed with the flashing lights