And falling's just another way to fly.

Your stockings prove your virtues. Be certain they are clean and free of tears.

And if I end up with blood on my hands, well I know, that you'll understand, 'cause I fight like a girl.

For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night

Then I break a glass and I slit my very innermost thigh so that I can pretend that I'm menstru--- well, unavailable.

I've learned that I work best when I'm entirely naked. The recording process was done that way.

Studies show: Intelligent girls are more depressed Because they know What the world is really like Don't think for a beat it makes it better When you sit her down and tell her Everything gonna be all right She knows in society she either is A devil or an angel with no in between She speaks in the third person So she can forget that she's me