Seven sins of wantonness and 

Everything that's good is gone 

Sell it all for glory from the peers 

Silicone priestess scratch the back and 

Twists the knife to bone 

Kick against the pricks and scrape the shins 



I'm the enemy in the enemies now 



Swallowed the pill 

Drank to the fill 

All these things I carry now 

In this bittersweet, in this bittersweet now 

Try to hold the world there sinking, 

Swimming in a paper cup 

Try to own the one beneath the skin 

Held up to the flame 'till singeing 

Skin begins to draw and tuck 

Never told there's a chance to win 



What couldn't be, wouldn't be now 



Hold your hands up to the sky and try 

So hard to rise above 

But everything is beating down