AntiMate

Oh, I can't wait any longer

Come on and get the minimum

Before you open up your eyes

This army has so many heads

To analyze

Come on and get your overdose

Collect it at the borderline

And they want to get up in your head

'Cause they know and so do I

The high road is hard to find

A detour in your new life

Things get damaged, things get broken

I thought we'd manage, but words left unspoken

Left us so brittle

You do it to yourself, you do

And that's what really hurts

You do it to yourself, just you

You and no one else

You do it to yourself

You don't know me, you don't see me

You think you know me by the screen

You don't know me, you don't see me

You think I'm trash, and you think I'm mean

I am not your fucking mannequin

Clothes pin call up your weekend sin

I am not your Polly Pocket girl

"And your lips are purple

Like the flowers I never buy for you

That I never buy for you

And you scream: 'Oh, it's cold!'

It's cold

It's cold

Oh, it's cold

But you say it's easier for you

Yes, I'm so much colder

That's why you stand still

Stay barefoot in the snow