Same face new nose
That boy Invincible
God made a fashion girl hug me I'm crying
I'm dying to meet you did I mention
I'm Supernatural
A pure illegitimate oxymoron yeah
Boys aren't edible
They're chemicals
In a new bottle of retro exemption
With lush intrigue and a dream of grandeur
We're untouchable predisposed receptors
Kicking and scheming like the other lot
Remember committing to heart of the Misfits
Here for physical not your expertise
What I want is what I want regardless
Loosening ties
Reaping looms
I'm here for physical not your expertise
Loosening ties
Reaping looms
Seems like it'd be so dumb if you sold out now
Anyone can sell out but it depends who
Who else am I supposed to spend my time on? You!
Welcome to the day we're all born losers
Sign up to spots churning out past sell-bys
Adventures; songbirds in things less than things
But I'm happy high of the smell of rebellion
