"It's dark now at the carpark    Take the last seat in the last cart    Hear the breaking of bones when you hold her hand    The morning has spoken    All the bastards have choken    She has stolen the crown    Now you'll feel her wrath       She writes her diary    She is alone in her secret society       She's got cheeks like peaches    You can hear how she preaches    And we all are entitled to understand    Her moral is leaking    And she still keeps on seeking    For the latest identity    In the lego tower marching around    Hear the empty howl in the quiet town       Misfit sentences, worn out metaphors    She is alone in her secret society"