Superficial feelings seem to run the world,
Along with the idea that to be attractive,
You have to be skinny with teeth as white as pearls.

Whilst you consume sugar,
That gnaws at your bones,
And the smoke that your inhaling,
Helps the Cancer grow.

The salt in your body,
Gives you high blood pressure,
And the drugs that your snorting,
Make friends with Schizoprenia.

How beautiful it is to find,
That your decaying inside,
Whilst your abide in alcohol,
Only kissing people to keep your tongue busy.

But it doesn't matter,
It's never mattered,
Cause at least your pretty.

Ramparts couldn't see the squeeze from the start
underarranged boyishness had a hand in it
Like a tortoise motor, running on the colour black

Georgia cried out, the well that's in me is like a haughty judgment to you
- the pieces of the puzzle don't fit

But she got there all the same