As you lie there on your bed 
Beneath the face of Louise Brooks 
With your makeup and your teddy bear 
And your C.S. Lewis books... 
Bad seed... 
You're a bad seed... 
You're a decadent in chrysalis, 
Waiting sleepily to emerge. 
When you'll visit every seedy need 
Of your random obsessive urge. 

All [bad word] that you use, 
All the food that you refuse, 
All the dust and tired air that feeds Interior Lulus... 
All the poisoned attitudes 
And the lust for the unknown 
And the second best that devils use 
To make this world their own 
Interior Lulu... 
Interior Lulu... 
Interior Lulu...

Use the anger, 
Paint a picture of it, 
Throw the colours, 
Use the pain, use the pain... 

Scream back a brand new emotion, 
As [bad word] across the skin, 
Fire across paper 
Burn and curl, burn and curl...

You thought you couldn't feel like this, 
But it's happening again and you're waking up in pain, 
Tattooed in that private place, 
Microsoft and tears, 
Intimately pierced.

"If you can carry it out you can take it away 
If you can carry it out you can take it away 
If you can buy it, it can be bought 
If you can buy it, it can be stolen 
If you can break it 
It's already broken" 

Lately, I can stand to hear other people talking... 
So many empty conversations, 
What a waste of lips. 

Lately I can stand to stand on Primrose Hill, 
Look down upon the city, 
heart pumping the roads. 

In our racing stripes, 
We rejoice at being "connected" ,
Without touching, 
Thank god for the internet. 

We stare at our screens, 
All our lives 
What a waste of eyes, 
'Till the electrical storm blows our fuses 
And we gaze, dumbfounded, at the rain...