Shivering hands between her thighs
Surrounded by the people she prefers
Backstage party hungry eyes
Staring at the bands right next to her
This is supposed to be the night
But something seems to bother her inside

She feels no pain at [bad word] across the strange and small
When every star is gone
And lights turn into red
She cuts herself raw
Playing dead

She's got no self control
beauty with an empty soul
There must be something wrong
When chicks are playing dead
She cuts herself raw
Playing dead

Naked legs around his hips
Surrounded by some bottles of champagne
Thirsty bodies hungry lips
Looking for a taxi in the rain

She feels no pain at [bad word] across the strange and small
When every star is gone
And lights turn into red
She cuts herself raw
Playing dead

She's got no self control
beauty with an empty soul
There must be something wrong
When chicks are playing dead
She cuts herself raw
Playing dead