(D. Wyndorf)

How did I get here without you?

It's a miracle we're all sane

You're kinda like suckin' a vacuum

A book in a flat on a dueled plain

Well you claimed you could read the future

And I'd say that you've nailed that down

You still want everyone to love you

Well, here's a tip I might have to your big brain

Do you really believe they can't see through?

A circus punk playin' a foul game

Let me cast you light, and it's natural

And with me you can strike that pose, yeah

And you melt for the camera, cuz your lies become you

Yes your lies become you?after all

How am I living without you?

I'm not even sure now that I'm sane

But this little dog's got enough sense

To know not to sleep in the cold rain

Yeah yeah yeah

How are you doin' without me?

I'm sure you've found some new game

I never wanted to miss you

But then I never thought I could dig pain

Hope it's warmer for you, princess

I, infact, hope it's hot as hell, yeah

And get what you asked for, cuz your lies become you

Yes your lies become you?after all