Oh I can wish
For a duller mind
For more clamour
Or quiet time
For higher heels
Or flattened hips
But the nasty truth
Is at my lips

I will not let it out today
It's no one's business anyway
I'll do some petty working instead
Let it fester in my hand

I'll do some petty working instead
Let it fester in my hand
I'll do some petty working instead
Let it fester in my hand

What bothers me
Disatisfies?
Why silent when
My dark side cries?

If I'm so smart
What reason then
Do I decieve?
My knowledge
It eats at me
And sures it's true
It's flat, it fits me like a shoe