Where did you wake up porcelain one?
My libido is close to none
Your sex and violence starts at home
And there's still life in those old bones
I hang myself from a megaphone
I still feel your pulse
When you're dead to me
I still feel your touch
With other hands on me
There's no more strings left on me
There's no strings
There are no more strings
Left
On
Me
I watched you
Turn into
What I despise
Covert narcissism my butterfly