Otep

Shh It's okay, it's okay
This is our
Dirty, little, secret
We're all alone in the city
My hands are stoned with pity
I could get by or get high with fifty yeah
And I, I, I, don't feel pretty
Today
And there's a lady in a stable
Her daddy reads her fables
About the moon and his bride
He's in her room every night
And feeds upon a table
Of silken robes, an altar of stone
But the child is unable
To run run run
And flee his tower of babel
So blood blood blood
Slithers down her ankles
We're all alone in the city