Call it what you will,
your mind is your own,
don't toss blame at me
for things you cannot buy,
[bad word removed] for nation's sake,
you might as well,
carry dog-tired pages
bible baby belle,

Take this as it comes,
your heart is not your own,
don't quote verse at me
you haven't lived it yet,
Suck for pity's sake,
your youth goes down the well,
learn to look and see
me as i compel

the world to to the Aesthetical boogie.

Win a little bit,
and then you lose your soul,
don't you play that way,
you just wait your turn,
Fist of all the ash
of what you never were,
masks reveal the plan
and you were never her,

Fake a pretty smile
then throw frown right on cue,
don't you think i know
the places that you dream,
Kissed away the truth
inside a soul unstirred,
miss the way that you
fail to reoccur

when the world begins the Aesthetical boogie.