Why are we so obsessed with cutting skin

When the real things in our lives can't get in?

Marching to the same drum

Every single beat's gone

I can hear the dark days coming

Another generation

Fighting for attention

Can't you see I'm tired of running?

There's a house in the forest

Where her days are forgotten

By the lake, she dropped her dreams

And now they've sunk to the bottom

Oh, beauty queen

It's only skin deep

It's only thin sheets

There's no audience

Oh, beauty queen

Something's telling me

That you were never meant to be

Trapped in time

Why are we holding hands like paper chains?

Why are we so content to stay the same?

Marching to the same drum

Every single beat's gone

I can hear the dark days coming

Another generation

Fighting for attention

Can't you see I'm tired of running?

There's a girl I remember

Who was everyone's dream

Now her face has become her

It's the saddest thing you'll ever see

Oh, beauty queen

It's only skin deep

It's only thin sheets

There's no audience

Oh, beauty queen

Something's telling me

That you were never meant to be

Trapped in time

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

There's a house in the forest

Where her days are forgotten

By the lake she dropped her dreams

Now they've sunk to the bottom

Oh, oh oh oh oh oh

Oh, oh oh oh oh oh

Oh, oh oh oh oh

Oh, oh oh oh oh oh

Oh, beauty queen

It's only skin deep

It's only thin sheets

There's no audience

Oh, beauty queen

Something's telling me

That you were never meant to be

Trapped in time