Loose yourself a little in a
Noose that carries tidings of displeasure
You're special, remember that
You're special, special, special
So loose yourself a little more
Stretch your sight till your eyes are sore
Life's a whore, remember that
Life's a whore, life's a whore
So fuck life!
The pretty people are all gone
Sing yourself into a trance of
Things Eastern and blazingly occult
You're all done, can't you see that
You're all done and you're not gone
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
The pretty people are all gone
So meditate now masturbate
Give yourself a little space
You can grow, if so, if you let go
You're here you didnt' disappear
This was just the thing you always feared
You always feared
But never tried to stop
(it's hard to stop, it's hard to stop)
The addiction of the ugly
The pretty people are all gone
The pretty people are long gone
And you're still here