It's dark now at the carpark Take the last seat in the last cart 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 feel her wrath She writes her diary She is alone in her secret society She's got cheeks 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