Why are we so obsessed with cutting skin
When the real things in our lives can't get in?

Marching to the same drum
Every single beat's gone
I can hear the dark days coming

Another generation
Fighting for attention
Can't you see I'm tired of running?

There's a house in the forest
Where her days are forgotten
By the lake, she dropped her dreams
And now they've sunk to the bottom

Oh, beauty queen
It's only skin deep
It's only thin sheets
There's no audience

Oh, beauty queen
Something's telling me
That you were never meant to be
Trapped in time

Why are we holding hands like paper chains?
Why are we so content to stay the same?

Marching to the same drum
Every single beat's gone
I can hear the dark days coming

Another generation
Fighting for attention
Can't you see I'm tired of running?

There's a girl I remember
Who was everyone's dream
Now her face has become her
It's the saddest thing you'll ever see

Oh, beauty queen
It's only skin deep
It's only thin sheets
There's no audience

Oh, beauty queen
Something's telling me
That you were never meant to be
Trapped in time

There's a house in the forest
Where her days are forgotten
By the lake she dropped her dreams
Now they've sunk to the bottom

Oh, beauty queen
It's only skin deep
It's only thin sheets
There's no audience

Oh, beauty queen
Something's telling me
That you were never meant to be
Trapped in time

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Global Talent Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Daniel Nicholas Seixas Radclyffe, Jonathan Mark Wright, Louisa Rose Allen