Cindy of a Thousand Lives

I've looked at all the photographs
And left some candy in my shoe
I've looked at all the photographs

I've looked at all the photographs
Who punctured the beauty?
But Cindy, which one of them is you?
And invited monsters such as these
The grotesque figure who never comes into town
I've looked at all the photographs
Something broken, something stained

Cindy of a thousand lives

My shadow came this morning
But Cindy, which one of them is you?
Watching the things I do
Except in nightmares
But Cindy, which one of them is you?
They're always watching me
The pig faced boy, the corrupted clown
Something waiting for the worms to claim
Knows excitement is merely the beginning of fear
Cindy of the Stepford Wives

The voyeur, who dares not come near
And you can never go there again