If You're Jezebel, Then I'm Bill Murray

Slow down!
 We need to find a place to rest.
 Our tired bodies have
 betrayed us with every step.
 Was this the brilliant plan you had?
 To set this room ablaze
 and seal off the exit?
 This is all we have here.
 Should I pretend to be content?
 This is all we have here.
 A castle made of skin.
 It must be so convenient
 to know everything you know
 about everyone you know but I
 can't seem to care
 about a single word.
 You have nothing kind to say
 about anyone you know.
 This is all we have here.
 Should I pretend to be content?
 This is all we have here.
 A castle made of skin.
 All the martyrs gather round for (Wake up darling there's nothing here)
 blessed are the ones that die first (We say these words, but they're paper-thin).
 All the martyrs gather for your queen (Are you listening?).
 (You're never listening)
 All the martyrs
 gather round for
 blessed are the ones
 the ones that die first.