I don't need the money that the world calls evil

It's like I'm just not fake if I don't do wrong

I am more than fluent with making counterfeit

I'll never know how it feels to be wanted

Wicked, wicked, beautiful gorgeous

Wicked, wicked, sensation

We are the ghosts in the machine

We are the outsiders

We are life and death

Fading light through celluloid

The illusion that we're here

Rise above it

Wicked rise above it all, (rise)

I want to be your savior (wicked)

I know that I'll had myself there, (rise)

Why must we pretend

That we're not who we are

There is no use in denying

We know who we are

We're all wicked, wicked, oh

Wicked animals

Can't believe I thought that you would feel the same as me

But you're looking at yourself in a mirror and there is no mistake