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 dialogue from another scene.

I'll wrap myself so tight in plastic that I can't 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. 


I'm the revelation for despair. 

I'm the revelation for despair. 

I'm the revelation for despair.

Does anyone even care?