You're so shiny, fresh, and new And your clean is so appealing That they're buying in, they're beggin' on to a voice that's worth believing Believe in means to a beginning Believe you'll stop this top from spinning Further into a hole so bottomless and broke, uh-huh No wool, no mirrors, no smoke Everybody's pencil marks the spot Where hate can be hidden in a box It's not the wordss that scare me It's that someone's listening, whatever you say Whatever you mean, it's theirs for the twisting They get scared, they get angry They get screaming for a hanging, on a thread of truth A lie can be reborn, uh-huh, regroup, regress, reform Everybody's pencil marks the spot Where hate can be hidden in a box Everybody's pencil marks the spot Where hate can be hidden in a box You their new found talking head have some strange fellows in your bed And you try, try to keep them out of view But they're under sheets and all tucked in with you They're under sheets and all tucked in with you Everybody's pencil marks the spot Where hate can be hidden in a box Everybody's pencil marks the spot Where hate can be hidden in a box