I'm feeling wastednI feel abusednI need everythingnI have to losenI'm sick of being madnI'm sick of being sadnI'm ready for the rapturenI might as well be deadnnSpeak little dolly;nGive me a cluenTo the secret to benHalf as pretty as younI need the porcelainnI need the gearsnBecause I know that if I don'tnI will end up in tearsnnI don't care if you say I'm prettynI don't care if you say I'm nicenAll I know is when the clock strikes twelve;nNothing is ever right-nBecause it's midnight.nnGive me the needlenGive me the pillsnI need her papersnI have no willnI'm used to sicknessnI'm used to painnI hate the sunshine;nI love the rain.nnMy mind is recoveringnFrom an overdosenI know that if I blink,nThe stitches will shownI need the surgeonnI need the skinnBecause I know that if I don'tnThe demons will winnnI don't care if you say I'm prettynI don't care if you say I'm nicenAll I know is when the clock strikes twelve;nNothing is ever right-nBecause it's midnight.nnTrapped between today and tomorrownThere is a place where strange things dwellnThere's no timenThere is no stoppingnThere is no Heaven 'cause it's HellnnI don't care if you say I'm prettynI don't care if you say I'm nicenAll I know is when the clock strikes twelve;nNothing is ever right-nBecause it's midnight.