There's a chair in my head on which I used to sit.
Took a pencil and I wrote the following on it.

Now there's a key where my wonderful mouth used to be.
Dig it up, throw it at me.
Dig it up, throw it at me.

Where can I run to?, where can I hide?
Who will I turn to? now I'm in a virgin state of mind.

Got a knife to disengage the voids that I can't bear.
To cut out words I've got written on my chair.

Like, do you think I'm sexy?
Do you think I really care?.

Can I burn the mazes I grow?
Can I?, I don't think so.
Can I burn the mazes I grow?
Can I?, I don't think so.

Where can I run to?, where can I hide?
Who will I turn to? now I'm in a virgin state of mind.
Virgin state of mind.
Virgin state of mind.