Tekst piosenki
We’ve all got secrets, right?
She tells me to smile, so I do to wash away her worry
I got away with burying my conscience way too often
I’d say I love her, but heartbreak and betray can walk in
And make its pardon; dragging a dead body from an empty closet
But, I bet she feels the same as me
Stain is deeper than the make-up on her facial features that look fairly better without maybelline
Hand me a safety-pin, I’ll make a space for you to stay within my chest: it’s paper-thin
But, you’ve confided in another person
In other words, these scribbled words won’t skim your lovely cursive
Underrated and nothing tastes as good as what your tongue preserves and
His lips are what’s deserved from a bunch of worthless
Meaningless, seemingly weak and nervous beings
We can create nirvana. The cure is Minerva’s sweetest kiss
And she is it. Show me your marks and cuts
The bones that poke through the surface of skin from starving some
I don’t need any perfection
I sleep with imperfection
I bleed that imperfection, nearly breathe it when I inhale, exhale
Believe it for I said it, honesty is still my best fit, on my sleeve written in ink. It’s what I’m dressed in
It’s called skin. I cut across it
But if there’s no damage, what is there to fix?
I want you to know that you can be my heart as much as you can be my beauty queen for starters
You can be my horror
You can be my horror
You can be my horror
Put that fear in me. Don’t you disappear or the sake of my insecurity
Can you, can you hear me out? Mi’ amour…
You can be my heart as much as you can be my beauty queen for starters
You can be my horror
If dancing on the edge is our pursuit of bliss and happiness
We’ll prove that this is masochistic beauty when it has to end
Don’t bury me besides the crucifix
I’ll sleep without my God and only you to keep warm within my casket
They say we must confess, „til death do us part.”
What if death isn’t existent and forever is all that we have left when the skeleton’s gone?
Swallowed by dirt and worms and then psychedelia starts?
She’ll get in the coffin with me and wait for the pulse to beat ’til the metronome stops
Try to pull her up but really should quit and let us depart
Living and dying turns to dying and living
They will eat our hearts in one sitting, revive us
And try to make it all nice and pretty
But, if God Loves Ugly, then what’s the point of a tux and a white dress when time is ready for the life we emptied?
Don’t whisper that you’re a demon, too
Don’t be afraid that I remember what I seen in you
It’s the fact that you care. It’s the passionate stare
When I’m weak, giving up, and you’re standing right there
You’ve been in these shoes, but took them off for comfort
I admire you even though I’m not the one for…
Knotted and locked in the closet, tied up and toxic
Nod along to the science of gothic polysymphonics
I want you to know that you can be my heart as much as you can be my beauty queen for starters
You can be my horror
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