Well Mrs. Pharmacist, I insist, fix me up with something quick
I've been a bad little boy and I think i'm getting sick
Sick to the bone, slave to the flesh
Better put on my Sunday's best
I've been bad little boy little boy
I've got a dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty little secret
And I'm not not not sure that I wanna keep it
So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows
Cause we just wanna dance under our pretty perfect halos
Everyone's got a secret
Whats yours? whats yours?
Don't be shy, I'll never repeat it; Graveyard shift album by motionless in white