Culture whispers in her ear Tells her that she's too plain They say that timing is everything And she's always a minute late She mourns the death of romance As if it were her best friend She's all dressed in black, tatooed and pierced But not allowed to hate And the walls are coming down They're telling lies about their honesty While about their modesty they brag And their whisper shakes the earth While her screaming is barely heard And the walls are coming down And so I feel the same And they've left me with no name And makeup is hiding my shame And the walls are coming down