The Tragic Tantrum

I wanted to be just like them I wanted to be just like them I wanted to be just like them But my reflection is not me.

Crack an egg on your head let the yolk run down Crack an egg on your head let the yolk run down Stab a knife in your back let the blood rush down Stab a knife in your back let the blood rush down Spiders crawling up your back, spiders crawling down Spiders crawling up your back, spiders crawling down.

Cause you're never ever okay when you tell me you're fine I can see it real clear in your pale pretty eyes.