Forget about your house of cards And I'll do mine Denial, denial Fall off the table Your ears should be burning I don't want to be your friend I just want to be your lover No matter how it ends No matter how it starts

And screaming Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown Are we we are, are we we are the waiting Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, and screaming I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal Starry nights

We are, we are, we are It hurts when your denial's exposed We are the truth that hurts the most 'cause But as I get to the end of mine You deny and think everything is fine The time has come to bring you down Take the power back I'll show you how I hear

I'm not commodity I'm not king of comedy I'm not your magazine I'm not your television Make your money with a suit and tie Make your money with shrewd denial Make your money expert advice If you can wing it Make your money with a power ply

It's not enough you passed it for a while, You can't afford the amass of denial. Don't explain, you can't arcane it too. Your lies surpassed your doubt. Don't do something you'll regret The time you take, Your minds mistake, Time worth throwing all away.

As the homeland plans enemies Passive attraction, programmed reaction Lonesome for no one when The room was empty and War as we knew it was obsolete Nothing could beat complete denial All we do is talk, sit, switch screens All we do is talk, static split

Stop living in denial, stop loving the lie I thought blood was thicker than water You think I’m wrong but I never felt better You want to cure me of this epidemic, you call me sick I wish I had said it, the words to admit to you who I am You’re either

Wanna make love, she ain't even in denial (in denial) Do it on my jet, let's keep this private She wants me too, she ain't even in denial (denial) Seen the way you talkin' up my phone last night, on God (talkin' on the phone) We can get away-ay, maybe to

I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade Light of a silhouette He's insubordinate Coming at you on the count of one, two (one,

Don't even think about it! Don't go and get me started! Don't you dare drive me crazy! Don't do that to me baby! Whatever you do Deep in Denialville Tryin' a' fight the way I feel I go jello when you smile I start blushin' my head rushin'