What I do I do not want to do
And yet I do it still
Everybody else is turning around

Yet I am standing still
It's easier to own other people's sorrows
Rather than your own

Drizella

I am ugly, I am a weed

Turn away in disgust of me
But who told you that
And why did you believe

But there are little secrets you've been trying to hide
But you were told a lie
And you believed the lie

Don't believe, don't believe

Fister Drizella

Pressing the windows, again

Do you want to die

From this pain that you hold inside
What have we done to deserve the dish we're eating from
Nothing

But we take what is on the table
Said, I am hungry
Aren''t you hungry too

Drizella

Fister Drizella

Pressing the windows
Fister Drizella
Pressing the windows

Again, again

Wash your face in cinder

Be a little cleaner
You've got bubbles in your mouth, in your mouth
Bubbles, bubbles...