You think they are friends they spit in your face you can wash your mug but there's a spot on your soul that you cant erase . you think you're queen but where are your slaves are they all dead? or it's you who woke them up? . maybe you're alive outside your plastic eyes they brightly shine but honey look inside you're fake nothing left from you to take we all x-ray you from inside your heart is wetherd like you mind cocain and wine that's what you please but when time comes you're on your knees . pretender of yourself imitation in your blouse you can trick them but there's smthg white under your nose . dance naked on table they like your style but when comes tomorrow honey don't revial . you thing they R friends they spit in your face you think you're queen but where R your slaves R they all dead, R we all dead WHY R WE ALL DEAD?