Rather be strange, rather be ugly. Rather be not quite right then part of the lovely. Rather be plain, pushed aside and lonely. Than to be carried by all the fakes and phonies.
Never look back, never let it go. Do the graveyard dance at the midnight show?. Begging for the chance, got my finger on the trigger. Gonna make a bigger bang, baby, make it bigger.
Stealin' down, feelin' I'm burnin' today. Done with everything that I've thrown away. Waitin' for the sun up. I'm through the gray with my song. . I need you, I feed you.
Fault lines are sure to break. Feel the avalanche coming as the body shakes. The river tide rises high when the rain falls. The seasons are screaming.