Fashion Cult

First:
There's a cut on my arm
But it's nearly a joust,
And the knife on my bed
Merely mirrors the room.
On the window still lies,
Just white shoes on the floor.
And the touch of the sun
Is cutting my eyes,
And it's coming on close,
Soon be slicing my edge.
And crawl to the bed
But the back's still in place.
Put us into scenes
And let us escape.
Or make us a role,
Coming on, nothing less;
Like a touch of mystique,
But a hint of the sign.
It's another long year,
But nothing passes like time.

Second:
It's another sad day
In another sad place,
And a cut in the arm's
Better than one in the face.
And I'm taking the message,
I'm still rather young,
Not ready to give up,
I'm still hanging on.
Oh, I can understand you,
You gave up before.

It's another reaction
To another betrayal,
Just a lack of approval,
Another sad day.
But the reality bores me
Like the dream of a home,
For the sons of heroes,
But the child sits down
By the fire that burns
And the fire that stuns.
I can understand that
You can't understand me.
I can understand you,
Can't understand me.
Understand you,
Try to understand me.
It's not that easy
To understand me.
It's not that easy
To understand me.
It's not that easy
To understand me.
It's not that easy
To understand me.
Understand me.
Understand me.
Understand me.