When I was alone
In my own narcissistic way
All I could feel was love for everything
Now that I’m with you
In my own altruistic way
All I can feel is just jealousy
So discontent with this concept
Outside the box inside my head
Completely inconsequential
All of these madonnas
They’re pretending to be who*es
And all of these who*es
They’re looking for comfort
There is no way to conform
Through these vigilant eyes
It’s all black and white
There are no pictures on these pages
Like cold machinery
My heart keeps beating punctually
Although there’s rhythm… there’s no music
So discontent with all of this
Outside the box inside my head
Completely inconsequential
All of my madonnas
They’re pretending to be who*es
And of all my who*es
Are looking for comfort
There is no way to conform
Conform…