DRUNkEN C: avril 2010

you look so cool under the blue projector
Clear your beauty does not touch me
You're superficial manipulative, your bassecour makes me throw up
your lipstick is fake and your hair is already dust
your smell is stale and your eyes betray you

green lagoon
blu bead
pathetic smile and plastic smile
your world is synthetic and cold, like the color of your skin
your look of lies, I can tell you if I wanted to bend
latex glove
gushing in the sky
your truth just makes me smile

Angels seem to make you smile too, but it is Satan who wait for you
I've already told not to play with my nerves
Your heel will stab you one days