Perfect, in the full bloom of youth Intoxicated with new life We don't play by the rules Well adjusted to an ideal world We bear our scars with pride The king is dead Hail to the master race
We're superhuman candy for the eye Less than human and withered inside
The world seems trivial from this cloud Up here we stand the test of time Every dark and lonely hour we compensate with self-denial
We don't accept the facts of life We demand the impossible We make you believe our lies There isn't anything you wouldn't do to bask in our light Don't worry though, we'll get you all fixed up
We're superhuman candy for the eye Less than human and withered inside
Looking down on the world from this height Watching the mortals passing by So eager in their vain endeavor to detain the flow of time