Two, three, four! I ought to know, I'm not so blank and pretty Too big, suspended two dimensional glory, oh-oh In competition, watch your suicide clothes Flat screen targets, sweatshop fashion My love, my love is bleeding out, and My love, my love is keeping doubt for All this processed hatred from the heart's eye Model citizen, no alibi Burning the beauty from your face In plastic, we rust One bomb for them! Another one for us So wipe the smell of the bourgeoisie off me And wash the billboard bus stop benches, imprisoned, you'll see Caught in the act, resisting, dying bloody Model citizen lobotomy Burning the beauty from your face In plastic, we rust One bomb for them! Another one for us Burning the time to say I'm sorry, annihilate (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) One bomb for them! Another one for us With the lights out, would you be there? Would you walk the words off camera? Run beside me, turning isolation Into family, would you be there? Would you walk the words in open stitch? Don't follow, run beside me open stitch 'Til we stand still, and the world moves over