IOC (Industry of Cool)

She's got a crush on your fame
I've always loved you this way
Even though you break my body
And you walk away

You're in the Industry of Cool
You always calculate your move
Wearing metal thorns for a crown
I'm dressed in my red gown
Watching the sky draw the black curtains

I'm always choking on your smoke
Blowing me at anyone
Yes, anyone
I guess I'm running out of hope
'Cause you like to share
And I just really don't, no

I hate it when you're asking me
How I've been getting off lately
You don't own my body
And you don't own me

Now I'm in the Industry of Cool
I calculate my every move
Wearing metal thorns for a crown
I'm dressed in my red gown
Watching the sky draw the black curtains

I'm always choking on your smoke
Blowing me at anyone
Yes, anyone
I guess I'm running out of hope
'Cause you like to share
And I just really don't, no

I'm always choking on your smoke
Blowing me at anyone
Yes, anyone
I guess I'm running out of hope
Blowing me at anyone
Yes, anyone