Been so low And I made such a fuss of it Looked so pained But I couldn't get enough of it Despise anything I could ever belong to And the people that I love Are the ones I do wrong to Soldiers and princesses She's likes guns and he wears dresses Tinker, Tailor, Sinner, Spy Kiss the boys and get them high Out of road and of excuses She's got cuts and he's got bruises It's never gonna be alright Keep smiling to reset my face Sell my sanity on public phones Supply and defy my genome Share a room with synchronicity jones Makes sense after the explosion. Drive-by suicide, keep your clothes on Kill the light and save the mood Overpaid and misconstrued We are not nothing We are antimatter We are not nothing