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
