Paroles de Methedrine Angel

Serrated heart Serrated, hard luck princess Epitome of self-doubt Astringent words to slice us ripe Our flesh as canvas Our blood as paint You found your high in pain Self-centric, sweet disdain Inbred from cities of deception Where walls are stunning high Your mind screams: no reception Set heart to stun and tears to dry Carbon-hearted Carbonous glutton witch Apotheosis of loathing Debased and freebased Our pride, the wishing well Your spite, the taint All hail this sick machine Self-centric, acid queen Expulsed from cities of deception No operators standing by Your heart cries: no reception Alone as you fucking die Our flesh is the canvas Our blood is the paint Sweet survival Sweet disdain You're worth your weight in pain Serrated heart Serrated smile You're worth your weight in pain