Beautiful Lips on Cyanide Skin

Your dark, and vacant eyes trace the walls of this hotel

Your body seen some horrors that your mind will never tell

Shadows blackened, bodies stacking, reliving this hell

Maybe you could die tonight, if you could stand the smell

Forgiveness taints your tongue

And it paints an awful feeling

That it won't be just a chandelier

That's hanging from the ceiling

YOUR LIES

That I can't speak

MY EYES

That burn like bleach

Your anorexia, makes you feel like you're a pig

You're chasing some attention, from the boys who chase your hips

Fingers seem to gravitate and trace between your lips

You wonder if they care at all, but they don't give a shit

Does anybody notice

They don't fucking give a shit

They would hold you down

And rape you if you dare deny their kiss

Does anybody notice

The shame inside your chest

Your body is a product

To sell upon a shelf

Cold white walls

A notepad full of written screens

Trapped inside your mind

Can't withstand the heat

Always writing notes

Always fucking weak

Your book of shadows, is more than it seems

Blame is strange, the way it stains

And paints the canvas red

The way it alters everything

And chains your life in dread

Blame is strange, the way it stains

And paints the canvas red

The way it alters everything

And chains your life in dread