Texty: Lydia. Assailants. Empty Out Your Stomach.

You empty out your stomach,
so everyone can see that you are as black as the basement,
and just as wicked as me.
But my God, what a mess I've made,
My God, what a mess I made.
Staring away, I once (?),
Oh but I will try, try and fake it.

You changed back into your clothes, while I was thinking.
My body is sick, yeah, it never stops breathing.
I'm sure I know what you're going through-
Yeah, I call it vanity.
(The world is yours, so take it.)
Vanity,
(I lost my mouth, can you speak for me?)

Staring away, I once (?),
Oh but I will try, try and fake it.
It's all in a way your words will come out now,
'Cause I can't seem to doubt you.
Vanity, (the world is yours, so take it.)
Vanity, (I lost my mouth, can you speak for me?)