Empty out your stomach,
so everyone can see.
That you're as black as the basement,
and just as wicked as me.
But my god, what a mess I've made.
My god, what a mess I made.
You stared a way I once thought was stunning.
Oh, but I will try, try and fake it.
You changed back into your clothes while I was thinking,
my body's sick yet it never stops breathing.
I'm sure I know what you're going through,
I call it vanity.
The world is yours so take it.
I lost my mind in this make believe.
You stared a way I once thought was stunning.
Oh, but I will try, try and fake it.
It's all in a way your word will come out now -
because I can't seem to doubt you.