Caffeine

You’ve got an ice-cold stare and a glossy sheen

You’ve got a beautiful smile made of plasticine

You’ve got a picture of your tits in a magazine

You’ve got your arm hooked up to a death machine

When you’re feeling down, you can take caffeine

But you know that won’t solve everything

Are you feeling strange? Are you lost between?

Have you seen what’s better left unseen?

Have you beaten it down, but you feel unclean?

Nobody’s gonna help you kill the fiend