the lace behind the dress
nothing like the rest
the one you wore to hell
and never came back

it's a pain,
it's a shame
to see you die so young
you know they'd say it

it's a waste
it's a blame 
on the new generation

the brain came to rest
in a new place
the one in the head
of the girl wearing lace

I'll come back
just watch me
I'll be back
try to stop me

it's a way of being
not a sense of trend
who's the enemy
when everyone is a friend?

it's a pain
it's a waste
it's your brain
it's your place 
you know they'd say that