The Powder Room - Fiction Factory

Hollywood was bottomless

So who are we to count the costs?

(cosmetic change)

Well, let it be known that I try hardest

There’s a fact that leaves me depressed

(All that work for nothing)

Some salvage is required

So we wait in line

Back in the powder room

The powder room

Visage redefined

Back in the powder room

The powder room

Ha-uh-ha

Ha-uh-ha

Contents may be rancid with a motif

We sealed in glassy skin (emetically)

Now, never call me insincere

It’s taunted by a driving fear

(All that work for nothing)

Some salvage is required

Take this life of constant greed

As the cuts will start to bleed

Go on as if there’s nothing wrong, nothing wrong

You take this life of constant greed

I’m tired of how we supersede

It’ll be altered before too long

So we wait in line

Back in the powder room

The powder room

Visage redefined

Back in the powder room

The powder room

So we wait in line

Back in the powder room

The powder room

Visage redefined

Back in the powder room

The powder room

So we wait in line

Back in the powder room

The powder room

Visage redefined

Back in the powder room

The powder room

So we wait in line

Back in the powder room

The powder room

Visage redefined

Back in the powder room

The powder room

So we wait in line