Nylon thick tension, she told me she wasn't an angel,
I watched her ascension, I watched them pin her to the table.
Not a scar before now, no split in her aura,
But they broke her, those smilers, from fauna to flora.

Her blood was silver, just like her eyes,
They were the hunters, she was their prize.
Free spirit, free wings, she wasn't naïve,
But pistols and pills and she couldn't just leave.

My happy ending, all twisted and red,
Avenging pending, I'll scaffold instead,
I'll stare from my post with a lens of my flesh,
When compression explodes, I'm away from the mess.

Smokers at school, they hit all the bases,
Powder face glue while we hide all our faces.
Alone, we're brave and we'll hurt what we hate,
But they're armed with plastic and we just have cake.

Medicate medicate medicate me,
Medicate medicate medicate me,
When I'm high I can't tell,
When I'm low I'm in hell.

Her blood was silver, just like her eyes,
They were the hunters, she was their prize.
Free spirit, free wings, she wasn't naïve,
But pistols and pills and she couldn't just leave.

Medicate medicate medicate me,
Medicate medicate medicate me,
When I'm high I can't tell,
When I'm low I'm in hell.