Wretched Lyrics

If it weren't the sparkle

Then it'd be the dress

If it weren't the dress

Then it'd be the paint

If it weren't the paint

Then it'd be the song

Then it'd the show

Then it'd be the life

How to tell your creature

That you hate it more than mundane

More than Mondays, more than cleaning

More than screaming, more than years

If it weren't your mother

If it weren't your cousin sister wife

If it weren't your lover

If it didn't love you in your strife

I'm a wretched

I'm a copy of a copy

A crying child in the lobby

Screaming "Mommy, mommy, mommy"

I'm a sinner

I'm a sinner's sin

A sinner's sinner's sin

Look at the trouble that I'm born in

("Remember that I am thy creature. I ought to be thy Adam")