fly with me beauty we'll spit on the heads of those who call us dumb   crash with me fatally we'll grow back as flowers and feed off the sun   we laugh at others pain I guess it's kind of cruel   but life's much more than being sane in the eyes of fools   beautifully sick that's what we are   and until you find yourself well then I guess you're someone else   lost in a jar full of stars      feed with me shamelessly off the bones of those who cannot love   burn with me blasphemy over here over there down below or above   I had a real bad dream except I was awake   everyone was so lonely but their cars looked great      beautifully sick pushed and shoved   count me in or count me out I know what it's all about- love