Miss American Bookworm

I'll put clubs through me like a tidal wave
Sometimes more so than other days
They can set me a limit
Conscious acts of mostly bullshit

Images come when I sleep
Blueprints drawn out in front of me
I try real hard to stay clean
Why are people so mean?

We're from different galaxies
Alienation's more than just a theory
I've lost most hope in my case
Maybe I'll find a new race

Images come when I sleep
Blueprints drawn out in front of me
I try real hard to stay clean
Why are people so mean?