Prozac babies and silicone ladies

and kisses that find the air

There's a black cloud comin and it needs no lovin

and no-one really seems to care

I had a conversation with a bad news stranger

who never looked me in the eye

She just looked right through and saw the blue of a little girl in denial...in denial

I could never ever touch you

I could never ever see you cry

I could never let you touch me

I'd just rather die. I'd just rather die.

Well no-one ever told me that I'd be beholden

to people I don't even like

But I don't subscribe to the bullshit lies

of unaware parasites.

I once had a dream where I was free from all between love and hate

Then I opened my eyes and I saw no lies and I walked out in the rain...in the rain.

I could never ever touch you

I could never ever see you cry

I could never let you touch me

I'd just rather die. I'd just rather die.

Can you help me? Can you heal me?

Can you fix me? Can you shield me?

Can you explain what I have done

to feel so empty. to feel like I should run?

And I don't understand what I thought I knew

And I don't understand why I can't choose

And I could never ever touch you

I could never ever see you cry

I could never let you touch me

I'd just rather die. I'd just rather die.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no