Perfect Smiles and Crooked Teeth

I can't see when things are real
'Cause I've been programmed to play stupid
Full of it, full of false opinions
The kind you can share with other
Meat-eaters, the kind that you can't offend
The kind that you can't offend

I can tell by the way you hold your hands high
The way you shake your feet
The deep down inside, you hate people
All I see is dark
And it's the mirror's reflection
The mirror's reflection
That's the only thing you see

I see wings in your eyes
There's nothing in your eyes
There's nothing in your eyes
That you can see at all
Not at all you won't

It makes me so excited
To see you all come
All at the risk of sickness
Still it's so comfortable
All alone

Your smile is like a liquid
That burns us to grief