All we are is all we are
Something in the way that we were made
Of chromosomes and crooked bones
Happiness is all that remains
But sometimes it seems,
I’m hopelessly just pushing for the world to elect me

I believe in Novacane
The numbing of the senseless and the vain
And if I held a loaded gun
Would you reveal to me your compassion?
Fashionably, I wearing down the inches of Mercury, in me
Won’t somebody please
Please choose me

And if I found the way to purge
I’m confident I’d forget the words
I’m thinking again
The truth is never all that it seems, seems to be
Won’t somebody please
Please elect me
Please choose me