A never ending lieA mirror,A reflection fading,Into dust,Into ash.An incendiary image,Quickly shattering,Melting,Running into your mind,Trickling down your spine,And settling.Lying in wait,For a day to reverse,The never ending cycle.
Faltering paranoiaThink,Feel,Listen.A sound.A groan?A shuffle?A scream?Or alternatively,Nothing.In reality,Nothing.Silence.A suffocating silence.A deafening silence.A deadly silence.Dead?Am I?Or is this just...Nothing.I am not dead.There is no silence.The roar of waves,Licking up the rock face.
fashionable tearsYou lay in bed.Cover up eventuallyClashing, melding, intertwiningWith the eyelinerRunning down you over bronzed cheeks.A bead of Grey-ish filthDripping off the corner of your jaw.You are crying over him again.Why?If he makes you feel like this,Whats the point?No matter.It's a question of time,And a question of the willTo believe that he will love you again.
Another SongYou should fix your eyes. They look swollen.Verse1A Blink, and a laugh.A push and a fallA bruise and a scarYour Pompous fucking sneer.ChorusYou sit at homeApplying your makeupBut, BitchYou'd better cry for yourselfBecause your beautyruns with your mother fucking eyeliner.BridgeYou slather your shit on, bitchThinking solely about yourselfWhen you push them downYou feel so good, congratulationsV.2A pampering and a ponderingA kick and a tugA spit and a punchNow victory is mine.You sit at homeApplying your makeupBut, BitchYou'd better cry for yourselfBecause beauty doesn't seem tocome in your fucking skin tone anymore.You sit at homeApplying your makeupBut, BitchYou'd better cry for yourselfBecause your beautyruns with your mother fucking eyeliner.V.3A consolationA bleeding GashA swollen bruiseMy turn to laugh.