Act, pose, lie; pretty girls never cry
Vanity surrounds the hearts of those who pray
To their filthy hearts for their random mistakes to spare.
They act for the beauty that is to manipulate
As they step up in life by killing their prey.
Yet that single art is not all that vanity has
For those who live are taught how to fight.
They stand and pose, pretending to really mind,
While they allow the world around them to simply rot.
They lie and see their words as mere gifts,
Since they think they can make others believe
In the cold and undignified place upon which we are all forced to live,
Yet which has been permanently indulged with vanity.
Yet our world’s a stage and not even the actors know the name of the play
As only the pretty ones are even cast to act on its stage
For it has always been ruled by the law of those who thrive
And it’s known that the pretty girls never cry.
Act, pose, lie; pretty girls never cry
To their filthy hearts for their random mistakes to spare.
They act for the beauty that is to manipulate
As they step up in life by killing their prey.
Yet that single art is not all that vanity has
For those who live are taught how to fight.
They stand and pose, pretending to really mind,
While they allow the world around them to simply rot.
They lie and see their words as mere gifts,
Since they think they can make others believe
In the cold and undignified place upon which we are all forced to live,
Yet which has been permanently indulged with vanity.
Yet our world’s a stage and not even the actors know the name of the play
As only the pretty ones are even cast to act on its stage
For it has always been ruled by the law of those who thrive
And it’s known that the pretty girls never cry.
Act, pose, lie; pretty girls never cry