Baby's got an answer, got an answer for the rest
Every bit of paranoia made to break down in protest
Living life on Sundays, so she always wears her best
But it's more than I'll digest, so much more than I'll digest
Caught up in the masses, in the masses to ignore
Any sense of desperation like the ones who came before
Begging for a reason, make your babylon a whore
I can't fight it anymore, no on fights it anymore
It's not what I'm supposed to be
I'm brainsick now, supposedly
Corrosively, still rotting to the bone
Been picked apart in consequence
I know you swear you're on the fence
Pretending with the victims, all alone
Devil's in the details, in the details we omit
Always lost in self-involvement now to call us hypocrites
Falsify an image while reality sets in
I can't tell you where it's been, still can't tell you where it's been
It's not what I'm supposed to be
I'm brainsick now, supposedly
Corrosively, still rotting to the bone
Been picked apart in consequence
I know you swear you're on the fence
Pretending that I'm helpless and alone
Convinced you're still a victim to condone
Well now I've found a life worth living
Although I'm living life in sin
Tell me what the fuck's the difference?
When we all end where we begin
Well she always wears her best, oh she always wears her best
But it's more than I'll digest, so much more than I'll digest
Make your babylon a whore, now it just can't be ignored
And I won't fight it anymore, I won't fight it anymore