This new mask I wear was cast perfect from your face. And now your body lies in roses rotting to waste.
I'll dress in your skin and paint myself just like a whore. You know I could be so much more. I'll dress in your skin and paint myself just like a whore. You know I could be so much more
While the soundtrack plays dirty dialogue from another scene, I can't be seen. I'll wrap myself so tight in plastic that I cannot breathe, cannot breathe.
I'll dress in your skin and paint myself just like a whore. You know I could be so much more. I'll dress in your skin and paint myself just like a whore. You know I could be so much more. [x2]
I'm the revelation for despair. I'm the revelation for despair. I'm the revelation for despair. Does anyone even care?