Scrape the excess — good from my head
Paste upon me — the waste that’s made me whole
I peel so softly — my favourite pet
I’ll erase it — if the face won’t fly

Cut along the dotted line
And find the hidden face
I know it will replace
The one I left behind
Remove it from the sheet
And hang it up to dry
Leave it until it’s ready to crumble

In the closet — it will be the same
Same as always — as it was before
Fore the widows — came crawling through my head
Head, weaving — webs of lust disease

Painted happiness — hiding my weaknesses
Tape my eyes shut to set my mind at ease
Force the glue out, feel my soul burn
I will trace it if the face won’t stay

Cut along the dotted line
And find the hidden face
I know it will replace
The one I left behind
Remove it from the sheet
And hang it up to dry
Leave it until it’s ready to crumble
In the closet — it will be the same
Same as always — as it was before
Fore the widows — came crawling through my head
Head, weaving — webs of lust disease

I feel not a thing
For this picture inside
No way, no where to take
The loosening places, the faces that hide

In the closet — it will be the same
Same as always — as it was before
Fore the widows — came crawling through my head
Head, weaving — webs of lust disease

In the closet — it will be the same
Same as always — as it was before
Fore the widows — came crawling through my head
Head, weaving — webs of lust disease