Piercing, silver-studded skin, inked with a million patterns,
Dyed, scraped, cut, plastered in make-up; I am whatever you want me to be,
Suicidal idol, so many worshippers, settings stuck on 'kill by number.'
I am nailed to this cross of white-hot humiliation....freak show,
Electrocute me, beat me, scar me, they love my pain and they need a leader;
To lead them to their death.
Cut wide open, bleed like a lamb of god as Higher Power slits my throat,
Sacrificial, artificial, this addiction to pain is a new stunt.
Stuck all over in these needles, please heroin, make me not who I am
But who I need to be.
At this altar, a moat of blood, they bow their heads,
Broken necks and broken wings;
"We wanna die just like you!"
Nation of sheep, follow me over the edge
Down into this sea of obscurity, forever and ever amen.