Hot Pink - Ritual

I’m a freak, and I wear it well.

A hot pink animal pelt drapes lifeless on my shoulders.

It tells me things I dont want to to hear.

All bad, bad things about my head, my heart, my needs.

It laughs at me.

I am my undoing, I write songs in the key of «I «.

Pity’s bastard child.

If only I could feel nothing.

I’d feel fine.

«…but thank god.»

thank god for what?

I’m who got me here.

I’m who fucks me up.

I worked hard for every crooked turn I got.

Is this what it feels like?

Spilling out all your insides.

Is this what it feels like?

Hey, is this a bad time?

I’m swinging yeah I 'm swinging

By the ropes I have strung up my labido with.

Things seem like they’re fate and they’re not.

I cant keep you anymore.

I cant afford you anymore.