It's dark now at the carpark

Take the last seat in the last car

Hear the breaking of bones when you hold her hand

The morning has spoken

All the bastards have choken

She has stolen the crown

Now you'll fell her wrath

She writes her diary

She is alone in her secret society

She's got checks like peaches

You can hear how she preaches

And we all are entitled to understand

Her moral is leaking

And she still keeps on seeking

For the latest identity

In the "Lego" tower marching around

Hear the empty howl in the quiet town

Misfit sentences, worn out metaphors

She is alone in her secret society