Lyrics:

I ought to know I'm not so blank and pretty
Too big, suspended two dimensional glory
In competition, watch your suicide clothes
Flat screen targets, sweat shop fashion

My love, my love is bleeding out and
My love, my love is keeping doubt for
All this processed hatred from the heart's eye
Model citizen, no alibi

Burning their beauty from your face
In plastic we rust
One bomb for them
Another one for us

So wipe the smell of the bourgeoisie off me
And wash the billboard bus stop benches, imprisoned, you'll see
Caught in the act resist this dying, bloody
Model citizen lobotomy

Burning their beauty from your face
In plastic we rust
One bomb for them
Another one for us

Burning the time to say I'm sorry
Annihilate
One bomb for them
Another one for us

With the lights out, would you be there?
Would you walk the words off camera?
Run beside me
Turning isolation

Into family, would you be there?
Would you walk the words and open stitches?
Don't follow, run beside me
'Till we stand still and the world moves over