I met a woman with lips of red
A face so white like spider webs
I remember all the things she said
Her words were so wise
She opened my eyes
I\'ll never close them again
Oh, how she sighed when she lit her cigarette
I felt compelled to ask of her success
How can you be so in love with yourself?
I need to know cause I need help
She said, \"Every time you succeed
There\'s a old man filled with greed
They want to take everything
And give nothing in return at all
And that will be the reason that they fall
You see, Their greed grows every hour
But spite\'s as good a reason to take his power”
You\'re putting on a show just for him
All while you hate the body you are in
As he counts all the green in his ivory tower
Our fear lines his pockets up
So take that rage and bottle up
And put a drop into his cup of wine
You don\'t need him and you don\'t need me
With this poisoned bottle, you\'ll be free
But make sure you don\'t mix it up with mine
I met a young girl with eyes so drained
She was already getting sick of the fame
Her arms were covered with his merchandise
She asked me why I no longer try
And I said, \"Spite\"