Accutane
Dried my brain
It cleared my skin
Now my hair is thin
It's clearing up
And it’s not enough
It turned my bones to dust
It turned my bones to dust
It turned my bones to dust
Days of glass
I just let em pass
A supercell
With the face of an angel
Golden is her countenance
Bereft of blemishes
Bereft of blemishes
My soul is smooth as a river stone
A trillion voices told me so
It's clearing up
But it's not enough
It’s clearing up
But it's not enough