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      (Chorus)   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      (Chorus)      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!