Somethings rotten in the state of Denmark
A broken home, who picks up the pieces
Either way, Ophelia will cry
So lick your lips and mend your hair
This mess wont make a difference here
For anyone but you
Well get me out of this shell
The nights about wearing thin
And I never wanted this day to end
Moral fibers split till they're grey
And the gravedigger laughs as we waste away
A contest and the trick tip marks the end
Mistaken thirst quenched with this cup
The kiss of d**h from rotten lips
Never forget, never let live again
They sell better homes than these
I saw it on TV!
Perfect Lives
Perfect Lies