The amateur camera captures her motion perfectly
As the strangle knot that she wears on her wrists
The trunk preserves the new scent of the princess skin
Disinfectant spit adding luster to chapped lips
If she comes to, i'll tell her that she's beautiful
All thses flies are gathered in admiration
Perhaps we should offer them a new wound
I think you're right, this isn't really happening
This isn't really happening
Can't get the smell out, can't get the mascara off the apolstry
Oh, this isn't really happening, this isn't really happening
Still everyone keeps laughing at me
Oh god, this is going to end badly
If you don't wake up, i'll have to stop kissing you
All that flailing has made you sleepy
You rest while i untie you, wait here until they find you
We've got some time before the reverie ends
I've combed my hair, brought you your sunday dress
Tonight we'll magnetize the eyes of this whole town
My hand made mannequin
I won't let them get you
They'll know you're mine by the fingerprints on your throat
Isn't she lovely?
Isn't she wonderful?
Like the whores that we are, swatting flies from the wounds we design
This is not about fear
Paranoia is a disease of the unarmed
This is beauty
A sickening concern for the transcience of flesh
We keep our screams behind the gag
I keep my baby's breath in a Glad bag