It's dark now at the carpark 
Take the last seat in the last car 
Hear the breaking of bones when you hold her hand 
The morning has spoken 
All the bastards have choken 
She has stolen the crown 
Now you'll fell her wrath 

She writes her diary 
She is alone in her secret society 

She's got checks like peaches 
You can hear how she preaches 
And we all are entitled to understand 
Her moral is leaking 
And she still keeps on seeking 
For the latest identity 
In the "Lego" tower marching around 
Hear the empty howl in the quiet town 

Misfit sentences, worn out metaphors 
She is alone in her secret society