I pray to her in the cab.
She just prays I let her out.
Start driving away down the dusty road.
Try to start a general conversation.
She won't answer. Surrounded by the cool clear,
Dark of night as we race down the road.
A star twinkles as she blankly stares,
And reflects nothing.
The table all set and ready to go.
Every little thing has to be so perfect before I reveal myself.
I gently slide the mask off and smile.
I search the frequencies of Hell until I find the tone of angels.
I sit with her a while and try to pretend.
I whisper pretty things to her, she doesn't feel a thing.
Once I'm inside, the models all mine.
And reflects nothing.
The table all set and ready to go.
Every little thing has to be so perfect before I reveal myself.
I gently slide the mask off and smile.
I search the frequencies of Hell until I find the tone of angels.
Getting high, I can't help but reflect
On a world not my own of abuse and neglect.
Why do I know things I shouldn't know,
And can't control the things I should control.
Once I'm inside, the models all mine.
And reflects nothing.
Life has changed, my existence a meaningless tome.
Not my place. So much has been taken from me.
I still get by, booze and lust; that's all I need.
Except for one part, my heart so cold.
Bitches around the world, frozen to my soul.
One more stiff broad isn't going to matter.
I'll never know. What happened to me.
I couldn't control. What happened to me.
They'll never know. What happened to me.
They couldn't control. What happened to me.
I just don't know. What happens to me.
When I lose control, the Devil loves what I have done.
