Complicated, manipulated
I’m irritated
Drown in perfection
Everybody wants one
Marvel in your martyrdom
It’s Christmas

Masturbating, eliminating
Any test in your life, there’s a goddam cure!

Hang up
Let me tell you the real life
Wake up
Let me show you

You’re segregating all your values, making me wonder if we
destroyed true standard
My cakes are baking your cakes are instant, maybe they taste
the same but yours are gone faster

Hang up
Let me tell you the real life, baby
soft like clouds, but sharp as a knife
hold on
plant your feet there
the anvil of life will fall from the sky 
I know damn straight there’s nothing wrong with your eyes
But you’ll cry then
You’ll cry then

Running to mother, run from your daughter and you lock
yourself inside
Hiding the car keys, your itching with scabies, and your
fearing your demise
One more step away from the edge and you won’t even open
your eyes

Hang up
Let me tell you the real life
You know the cliché’s are right
Hold still
In your adolescence
The anvil of life will fall from the sky
I know damn straight there’s nothing wrong with your eyes
And you’ll cry then

Complicated, manipulated
I’m irritated
Drown in perfection
Everybody wants one
Marvel in your martyrdom
It’s Christmas

Masturbating, eliminating
Any test in your life, there’s a goddam cure!
There’s a goddam cure!
goddam cure!


Hang up
Let me tell you the real life
Wake up
Let me show you
Hang up
soft like clouds, but sharp as a knife
soft like clouds, but sharp as a knife
You know the cliché’s are right


Wake up
You can see the real life
Hold still
There’s nothing wrong with your eyes
Hold still
And you’ll cry then
And you’ll cry
 

2005