Letra de Cynical skin

Talk candy in my ear.
Come on.
Come on.
I want your toxic, talk sick baby.
I know those gospel lips can change me.

Look to the right of my okay?
We got exhibit "A"
She.
She ain´t okay today.

And to the left
The left of me,
We got exhibit "B"
Oh she´s a mess,
to say the least.
She´s got her daddy´s
Money Money Money.
Honey I think you should run.
I think you should run.

Look oh Look around, You´re lost
but never found, no.
6 feet below the ground,
where you avoid your problems.

Look right in front of me.
We got Exhibit "C"
Anorexic, obsessed with magazines.
And when I look over here,
oh my god that´s me in the mirror.
No no no ladies and gentlemen
this is my fear.
My eyes and ears.

Honey I think you should run.
I think you should run.

Look oh Look around, You´re lost
but never found, no.
6 feet below the ground,
where you avoid your problems.

Look oh Look around, You´re lost
but never found, no.
6 feet below the ground,
where you will never solve them.

(I know you don´t wanna´ hear this but just listen)

The last contendant.
Bad for us.
Bad for you.
This capillary root.
Could root up
All the little
Puzzle peices
Of what you´ve been through.

Your hair all up in knots,
don´t ever say you´re not,
oh just a nothin´
Cause I swear downstairs you´re somethin´

Egotistic, cynical.
I´m gettin´
out of control.
Out of control.
Out of control.

Look oh Look around, You´re lost
but never found, no.
6 feet below the ground,
where you avoid your problems.

Look oh Look around, You´re lost
but never found, no.
6 feet below the ground,
where you will never solve them.

Out of control.
I´ve got control.