Hateful, painful Her skin is melted to the floor Shapeless, faceless Her twisted features, oh the horror! Every time I look into your sweet disfiguration I'm convinced you'd be so gorgeous if your face existed Not of this earth Not of this earth Your eyes will turn to black And the tears you weep will cut like broken glass Not of this earth Trade in your body for a model with these modern features I'd hold your hand if you had fingers, but we're horrible creatures Every time I place my fist inside your plastic rib cage I crush your artificial heart, but somehow you're still breathing Not of this earth Not of this earth Your eyes will turn to black And the tears you weep Will cut like broken glasss Not of this earth Your eyes are empty, broken There is no point in dying Your kiss is deadly poison We are so sick of dying now Every time I tear your heart into a thousand pieces I know that you'll be back for more Little girl although your face is screaming "devastation" I'm convinced you'd be to so famous with your WRETCHED LIFE ON TELEVISION!