All we are is all we are
Something in the way that we were made
Of chromosomes and crooked bones
Happiness is all that remains
But sometimes it seems,
I m hopelessly just pushing for the world to elect me

I believe in Novacane
The numbing of the senseless and the vain
And if I held a loaded gun
Would you reveal to me your compassion?
Fashionably, I wearing down the inches of Mercury, in me
Won t somebody please
Please choose me

And if I found the way to purge
I m confident I d forget the words
I m thinking again
The truth is never all that it seems, seems to be
Won t somebody please
Please elect me
Please choose me