I am nothing more than the ripped holes in my tights That's all you can see through your cold, glass eyes Peer through my sheer layers, examine me Try to find any blemish you can see I'm so sorry that I'm late I've wasted my whole day Sitting in front of the mirror And picking at my skin Under fluorescent lighting It's so inviting There's no greater sin than vanity That is, of course, barring murder, theft, and greed But hypocrisy tastes so sugary sweet I hope it rots your teeth I'm so sorry that I'm late I've wasted my whole day Sitting in front of the mirror And picking at my skin Under fluorescent lighting It's so inviting