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