To us, cystitis the beautiful!
And to those who disagree, may their eyes fall out
We all want something beautiful
We all want something to yell to the crowd about
And I got something that’ll make you yell it loud

I only dream about the fights and the frustrations     
Names for the nameless
And how to shame the shameless

The devil is an author
Tries to edit every page
Interrupts the entrances
Steals the stage light

The devil’s not an author
Only edits what is there
Carnal acts and charnel ends
Nobody cares

To us, the beautiful!
And to those who disagree, may their eyes fall out
We all want something radical
We all want something to scream and shout about
I want something that’ll make me yell it loud

Like: Money’s not the root of evil
It’s the dowsing rod of evil
Finds your true self and brings it to the surface
Gives it a face
Gives it purpose

To us, the beautiful!
And to those who disagree, may their eyes fall out
We all want something meaningful, but casual and sensual and juvenile
But actually valuable, fanatical, palpable and tangible and tragic
We just want to be magic
We just want to be magic.