This is part of your make-up
To look as though to call
With eyes in front of your mirror
Your taste is rough
As the show you know
Well
Lay on your back
And I go and think it over
Now
Come out your land and see
Feeling nothing but heaven
The world
Coloured you like she does
Without them who always crush you madly
Well what have you done
In your cloned living**
Well
Even if it's sad
Then I'll go off hand it over
Well
Here is the way to feel
It's impossible out there
Well
It's impossible in here
You know
Seeing nothing but halo's
Won't keep you strong
Like the storm
With angels looking for hangman
What they want
She figured out
This dark raving man
Well
Lay on your back
And I go off it's over
Well
Lay on your back and scream
