I like it    I don't like it

Tar and feathers hide your feelings
If you even know the meaning
Your high road is overrated
You left your guru out there hangin

Dont stay
Dont stay

Your appetites insatiable
Devouring one thousand souls
Its more or less the same ole story
The princess and the whore. the lady.

Nobody sees it
Nobody hears it
Nobody breathin in a coma
So keep your secret
Your perfect secrets
Its just a game but no ones playin

In a coma lying, waiting
Desire fills the lonely craving
So many trampled-under footwear
But more to fill the trophy cases.