fly with me beauty we'll spit on the heads of those who call us dumb
crash with me fatally we'll grow back as flowers and feed off the sun
we laugh at others pain I guess it's kind of cruel
but life's much more than being sane in the eyes of fools
beautifully sick that's what we are
and until you find yourself well then I guess you're someone else
lost in a jar full of stars
feed with me shamelessly off the bones of those who cannot love
burn with me blasphemy over here over there down below or above
I had a real bad dream except I was awake
everyone was so lonely but their cars looked great
beautifully sick pushed and shoved
count me in or count me out I know what it's all about- love
