And we're just following the flock
And whisked me away enthused
And now a face in the crowd she's not
And give her less than everything
She couldn't help but spit them out
Like they were and we scrambled from the blame
Before we smash to smithereens
Round and in between
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
The fact is that it probably will hit something
Around your crooked conscious she will wind
And I suspected now forever the shape
And it's solid as a rock rolling down a hill
On the hazardous terrain
She came to escape is forgot
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting
Around your crooked conscious she will wind
Round and in between
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting
And give her less than everything
'Cuz we're just following the flock
And in the back room of a bad dream, she came
She couldn't help but spit them out
Before we smash into smithereens
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
Like they were and we scrambled from the blame
In the filthiest of minds
She was bitten on her birthday
Innocence and arrogance entwined