She put a bullet in my head
Still she hated my ghost
So she filled her guitar with dynamite
Then strapped it to my host
Thinking no one would come
To pick up my pieces
And she was right
Until I had an impulse to sing
I sung her song against her with glee
And in her cold heart
She knew she was a lover
But she was no dancer

So she turned our battle
Into the biggest school-charade
"Barons of suburbia
Cast your votes
Who likes who better?"
Till I was laughed off the stage
Started to sink to her level
Even without a body
I started to sink to her level
Just another pale face
With unfinished business

It's the poison she serves
It spreads thin like butter
On all you once thought beloved
Till it rises like black sea-foam on the bog
And as I go through my
Daily evaporations
I often wonder where she'd be
Without all her little helpers
Her elves and her salesmen
And even those who pull her strings
Did dear daddy pull her strings
Till live and let live
Became live and let not?

She on the inside of out
I on the outside of in
You think they'd be one and the same
But they're not
She was begotten
But she was forgotten
So she turned to the only trade left
Operating on deceit
******* to the beat
Of second-hand news
She can't create
So she manipulates
Turning the decay of others
Into an art form for her eyes

But she could never hold a candle
In my darkness
And I'll never tremble at her words
They're adjectives, not verbs
And she may set my robes to shame
With the flame of her armor
But she'll never sit under the shade
Of the tree that doesn't rot
Cause I may die a little death each day
But you can't **** the same thing twice
One victory is all you need, says she
But will I see her in another life?