I forsake the good with the bad
My nightmare is their lie

Sugar-coated poison half concealed
Beneath the surface is decay

Rotten cancer, clothe my life
The eyes are the window to the soul

Disease waits in the shiny plastic
Cretin whores walk the street

Blow-dried lies the false idol
Useless hope from founded lies

The eyes are the window to the soul

Sugar-coated poison half concealed
My nightmare is their lie

I forsake the good with the bad

Familiarity breeds contempt
Such nausea I've never known

Rotten cancer, clothe my life
The eyes are the window to the soul