Seven sins of wantonness and
  everything that's good is gone
  Sell it all for glory from the peers
  Silicone priestess scratch the back and
  twists the knife to bone
  Kick against the pricks and scrape the shins
  I'm the enemy in the enemies now
  Swallowed the pill
  Drank to the fill
  All these things I carry now
  In this bittersweet, in this bittersweet now
  Try to hold the world there sinking,
  swimming in a paper cup
  Try to own the one beneath the skin
  Held up to the flame 'till singeing
  skin begins to draw and tuck
  Never told there's a chance to win
  What couldn't be, wouldn't be now
  Hold your hands up to the sky and try
  so hard to rise above
  But everything is beating down