She's not evil, she's a corporate mass surrounded
Doing what she is demanded on the moon

Lovely flowers, spinning circles in her iris
Whispers something that's just too good to be true

Tell me more
Then you're gone

Porcelain goddess, run your fingers through my long hair
Dull my senses 'til I don't care what is true

She's not evil, just a little bit misguided
Give her time, she'll be excited that it's through

Life's a chore
Then you're gone