Your mother saved your medals She put them in a box in a room Basket bass and footballs Plastic creatures from the county zoo She thinks about you often She has no idea you're rotten All the colours have run off and you have been exposed Now let me do the talking R: With a hymn and a secret Hid beneath a broken heart Can you start to pick up the pieces? A hymn and a secret Love beneath the bleacher when Bound for the head Pick up the pieces Blessed by your genetics You possess a certain aesthetic charm Something's disconnected And your quite capable of causing harm Your malice is volcanic Your insecurity titanic Your mood is always manic and I do suppose This masquerade's become a habit R: