Closet

Amusing, tempting, torturing
Twisting on the floor
Drowned beneath the midnight bells
He walks on, he goes on
Religion reminds him at every turn
That he is mortal
His sex becomes blurred
There is no turning back now
Lies are sex, the truth is sex, love is sex then hate is sex
It must be the way i'm dressed

No one understands, who i am
I am shaking all over, because
I know what's going on
Never mind, this isn't worth discussing anymore
Be like friends, and be like me
And be like what you see on t.v.
A warped sense of who you are
A warped sense of who you are
Monstrous, tempting, torturing
Gnawing at the raw
Emptied in the face of faithless
He walks on, he goes on
Religion reminds him at every turn
That he is mortal
His sex becomes blurred
There is no turning back now
Lies are sex, the truth is sex, love is sex then hate is sex
It must be the way i'm dressed
It must be the way i'm dressed

No one understands, who i am
I am shaking all over, because
I know what's going on
Never mind, this isn't worth discussing anymore
Be like friends, and be like me
And be like what you see on t.v.
A warped sense of who you are
A warped sense of who you are
Someday my head will split and i will stop breathing
Sometimes i wonder, will it matter to anyone
Now here i sit, another promise broken
It must be the way i'm dressed
It must be the way i'm dressed

Repeat chorus