Look how pretty...
BLEEDING MASCARA
A wrath with an Angel's body.
A demon with a smile of gold.
You soul-sucker.
I won't become like you.
A killer with the perfect weapons, crystal eyes and a heart of coal.
You soul-sucker.
I want myself in you.
Look how pretty she is
When she falls down.
Now there is no beauty in bleeding mascara.
Her lips are quivering like a withering rose,
She's back again.
What the fuck do you think love means?
Its much more than words and feelings sucking me dry.
Is my marrow this sweet?
Your dead lovers have left a trail of broken hearts and misspent hopes.
Sucking them dry. Does their marrow taste of sweetness, sweetness, sweetness?
I hope you choke.
A wrath with an Angel's body.
A demon with a smile of gold.
You soul-sucker.
I won't become like you.
A killer with the perfect weapons, crystal eyes and a heart of coal.
You soul-sucker.
I want myself in you.
Look how pretty she is
When she falls down.
Now there is no beauty in bleeding mascara.
Her lips are quivering like a withering rose,
She's back again.
What the fuck do you think love means?
Its much more than words and feelings sucking me dry.
Is my marrow this sweet?
Your dead lovers have left a trail of broken hearts and misspent hopes.
Sucking them dry. Does their marrow taste of sweetness, sweetness, sweetness?
I hope you choke.