Accutane

Dried my brain

It cleared my skin

Now my hair is thin

It's clearing up

And it’s not enough

It turned my bones to dust

It turned my bones to dust

It turned my bones to dust

Days of glass

I just let em pass

A supercell

With the face of an angel

Golden is her countenance

Bereft of blemishes

Bereft of blemishes

My soul is smooth as a river stone

A trillion voices told me so

It's clearing up

But it's not enough

It’s clearing up

But it's not enough