The Pygmalion Effect

Motherfuckers and gentlemen

One in a million times

You get closer to something

Closer to something

You get closer and it slips away, yeah

Fading three dimensional ways

While flies buzzing around your head

I see you ghost-pale

Sucking up

To the black laced mirrors

Much like a sapphire

Wind-up angels

Wind-up gods

Wind-up big shots

And wind-up dolls

Aren't we all the same

On borrowed time here

The Grand prix of self destruction

Remember who you are

It's the effect you have on me

Sinistar

You're in a place you cannot escape

Oh well

It's your ninth circle of hell

Torn up inside

All torn up inside

It's your shadow and a great big L

The sapphire

The Grand prix of self destruction

Remember who you are

It's the effect you have on me

The Grand prix of self destruction

Remember who you are

It's the effect you have on me

Sinistar

Sinistar