The night itself touched me with great love And it ravaged all that fucked me up These dead baby eyes melt glass toys in sight A girl becomes a gun when you don’t look twice I like my taxidermy bugs, my dolls like my cigarettes They sell drugs to each other during playtime and I don’t think they care about wrong and right Flies over the eyes, they know of demise Soft world Full of murder Dine with wolves Not knowing better Mall on fire Ants in ice cream Such a sweet world, But nothing sweet to me Sin creeps in As time grows thin Doll ribbons on putrid visions Exquisite blood Fills my bath tub Divine suds and putrid visions Dear Darkling, they split my heart in two And gave it to a corpse cause i’m Frankenstein's muse I like my houses abandoned, foul with memories My favorite toy is the guillotine, Off with disease! No need for a baby bottle with milk when I have blood I’ve conjoined the worlds of terror and love They say a hole in the head gives the troubles more space but it’s all interlaced with greed and toxic waste Soft world Full of murder Dine with wolves Not knowing better Mall on fire Ants in ice cream Such a sweet world, But nothing sweet to me Sin creeps in As time grows thin Doll ribbons on putrid visions Exquisite blood Fills my bath tub Divine suds and putrid visions And still I bet your sweet decadence Decays as though your life hadn’t commenced By the boiling of the heart’s last intent I know I still dive into visions Putrid Sin creeps in As time grows thin Doll ribbons on putrid visions Exquisite blood Fills my bath tub Divine suds and putrid visions

Dear god I do pray you find me on another day the devil says I make her cum on sight dear god my cherry blood sweetness is why I’m a dove the devil says i’m the ultimate delight dear god my ange de la mort said you better think twice cause it’s best to reign than to serve in heaven dear god where’d you go? I just checked and you’re not home the devil says she’ll never leave me alone dear god how is hell? does it have a cotton candy smell? the devil says the answer to that is yes dear god my ange de la mort said the devil loves me so and she’ll let me live deliciously I saw you with your guns, you raise them high I saw you ruin me, make me wanna die sugar and sin, it’s disgusting spiders are my bestest friends babygirl, tell god, dear god you saw me with my rats, I gave em ribbons you saw me flirt with death, ultimate freedom as jodi says, the bitterness send me right to my bed babygirl, tell god, dear god dear god i’m a failure, burn me like you do your paper the devil says I should stop saying that shit dear god honey venom has been drained into my lungs the devil says it’ll help me to breathe dear god my ange de la mort said the repetition kills you when it learns to sink in dear god i can see doom was woven into me the devil says I’m blind with negativity dear god my old locket holds a promise, crudely toxic the devil says I should read before I judge dear god my ange de la mort said lighting ignites a soul when you allow it to feed the mold I saw you with your guns, you raise them high I saw you ruin me, make me wanna die sugar and sin, it’s disgusting spiders are my bestest friends babygirl, tell god, dear god you saw me with my rats, I gave em ribbons you saw me flirt with death, ultimate freedom as jodi says, the bitterness send me right to my bed babygirl, tell god, dear god fester into thine eyes of disease and normalcy question just what it means to depend on guarantees apologies, sincerity, the world runs on fatalities of the heart and soul still disenchanted honestly the culprit of this crime is the blood that i boil alive I saw you with your guns, you raise them high I saw you ruin me, make me wanna die sugar and sin, it’s disgusting spiders are my bestest friends babygirl, tell god, dear god you saw me with my rats, I gave em ribbons you saw me flirt with death, ultimate freedom as jodi says, the bitterness send me right to my bed babygirl, tell god, dear god

I’ve got the morbs babe and it’s troubling the doctor says it’s a fatality so go grab your gas masks if you wanna see the prettiest weapon become royalty Only in dreams am I more than a failure so let me have this enthralling endeavor vacancy lies in my solemn eyes dead yet alive, an abuse of life Porcelain dust is what i’ve turned into not pretty for a rendezvous I’m filth compared to the queens come and catch me falling from grace there is no soul in this place sharpen my blade, nice n’ clean I’ve been traveling back and forth between this world and the one that descends Ephemeral kisses from beyond Have got me singing to knifes in cradles From the depths comes the day of wrath Wrapped within a flesh of paranoia A symphony of angelic trash Has raised a saint taunting minds with words like “Being dead Sounds Mellifluous A blood bath is the highest decadence The gun’s loaded up. Ain’t it lascivious? Don’t ask me how I got it, void of influence” Being dead sounds mellifluous to me BDSM blues, go tell the bees Being dead sounds mellifluous to me A tomb of my girl’s heart lies beside my bed She’s death touched and lovely-eyed in my heart, she’s wed Juliet of spirits, extravagant presence Beauty of the flesh is the best menace Meanwhile, I’m the acid burn of hell Sacrifice your blood vials to my clientele They like to say that gore’s better than God To worship the horror is your best regard Porcelain dust is what i’ve turned into not pretty for a rendezvous I’m filth compared to the queens come and catch me falling from grace there is no soul in this place sharpen my blade, nice n’ clean I’ve been traveling back and forth between this world and the one that descends Ephemeral kisses from beyond Have got me singing to knifes in cradles From the depths comes the day of wrath Wrapped with a flesh of paranoia A symphony of angelic trash Has raised a saint taunting minds with words like “Being dead Sounds Mellifluous A blood bath is the highest decadence The gun’s loaded up. Ain’t it lascivious? Don’t ask me how I got it, void of influence” Being dead Sounds Mellifluous to me BDSM blues, go tell the bees I sit up here on balconies Staring at my own tragedies The ugly under my makeup The feeling of things getting rough I’m a paranoid little baby I could lie in a ditch and nobody would see me Nobody would see me Nobody would see me I’ve been traveling back and forth between this world and the one that descends Ephemeral kisses from beyond Have got me singing to knifes in cradles From the depths comes the day of wrath Wrapped with a flesh of paranoia A symphony of angelic trash Has raised a saint taunting minds with words like “Being dead Sounds Mellifluous A blood bath is the highest decadence The gun’s loaded up. Ain’t it lascivious? Don’t ask me how I got it, void of influence” Being dead Sounds Mellifluous to me BDSM blues, go tell the bees

I am not sure If you’ve seen my letters They kissed blood and cherries It’s regal, can you see I am not here To acquire your fears My tastes lie in despair Angel dust in my hair I’ve found no place For mold nor haste Antique dismay The games I play Are not for the faint Of the soul nor heart Just pick apart The lies of the start I don’t care And I never did Freak show dolls The ones who make sense Come, my little angel Behave if you are able Please don’t go kill my bride Come, my little angel They say I’m unstable Please keep the dolls glass-eyed Do you hear it? Doll or spirit? Spoiled milk spilling Do you hear it? Can you feel it? All of your doll secrets Come, my little angel Behave if you are able Please don’t go kill my bride Come, my little angel They say I’m unstable Please keep the dolls glass-eyed

Death looks good on you baby, it looks like Dior rotten teeth’s the new Swarovski, pamper me in gore French honeysuckle, oh my baby, I wanna be adored I saw a swing ride once be jolly then the people died within a heartbeat knife games are mundane cause death’s all around me ghosts have said "morgue whores” like me are boring I’m not okay, give me a fucking break my butterfly guts taste like sweet cake Am I real? Do I exist? Drink up, buttercup, it’s weirder than this I bleed honey and cherries, sweet soul I stole your grannie’s ring at her funeral I’m not shy, I just don’t like you It’s hard being a princess for you I bleed honey and cherries, sweet soul I stole your grannie’s ring at her funeral going on a jet to Paris, fuck you go fuck yourself, I am my own muse Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss Love looks bad on you baby, it looks like the dump You set a church on fire, show satan baby bumps Dark eyed does have enticed me to finally succumb to the suffocation of flowers Cry, rot, drown and die within hours Impurity runs feral within trees Needles and angels keep singing sweetly I’m not okay, give me a fucking break my butterfly guts taste like sweet cake Am I real? Do I exist? Drink up, buttercup, it’s weirder than this I bleed honey and cherries, sweet soul I stole your grannie’s ring at her funeral I’m not shy, I just don’t like you It’s hard being a princess for you I bleed honey and cherries, sweet soul I stole your grannie’s ring at her funeral going on a jet to Paris, fuck you go fuck yourself, I am my own muse Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss Ginger snaps and high ass naps I somersault in cute mishaps can anyone try to collapse into dreary dark little gaps I bleed honey and cherries, sweet soul I stole your grannie’s ring at her funeral I’m not shy, I just don’t like you It’s hard being a princess for you I bleed honey and cherries, sweet soul I stole your grannie’s ring at her funeral going on a jet to Paris, fuck you go fuck yourself, I am my own muse Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss