Bleeding Mascara

A wrath with an angel's body A demon with a smile of gold You soul s*cker I won't become like you A killer with the perfect weapons, crystal eyes, and a heart of coal You soul s*cker I won't lose myself in you Look how pretty she is When she falls down Now there's no beauty in bleeding mascara Lips are quivering like a withering rose She's back again What the f**k do you think love means? It's much more than words and feelings s*cking me dry Is my marrow that sweet? Your dead lovers have left a trail of Broken hearts and misspent hopes s*cking them dry Does their marrow taste of sweetness, sweetness? I hope you choke Look how pretty she is When she falls down Now there's no beauty in bleeding mascara Lips are quivering like a withering rose She's back again She's back She's back again She's back