Prozac babies and silicone ladies and kisses that find the air There's a black cloud comin and it needs no lovin and no-one really seems to care I had a conversation with a bad news stranger who never looked me in the eye She just looked right through and saw the blue of a little girl in denial...in denial I could never ever touch you I could never ever see you cry I could never let you touch me I'd just rather die. I'd just rather die. Well no-one ever told me that I'd be beholden to people I don't even like But I don't subscribe to the bullshit lies of unaware parasites. I once had a dream where I was free from all between love and hate Then I opened my eyes and I saw no lies and I walked out in the rain...in the rain. I could never ever touch you I could never ever see you cry I could never let you touch me I'd just rather die. I'd just rather die. Can you help me? Can you heal me? Can you fix me? Can you shield me? Can you explain what I have done to feel so empty. to feel like I should run? And I don't understand what I thought I knew And I don't understand why I can't choose And I could never ever touch you I could never ever see you cry I could never let you touch me I'd just rather die. I'd just rather die. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no…..