Water-marks کے بول

You open up the door, and walk through Check your coat, and step into A hedonistic scene portrayed Beneath the overcast of a smoke filled room They watch you as start to bare That smile, they turn their heads and stare If they only knew what hid in there, Behind blue eyes and tangled hair Can you tell me what you were thinking When the bodies dropped? Their hearts stopped beating But you still couldn't get enough, could you? The dj puts a vinyl record on Wipes his brow, and commences to spin Your favourite song You sing along, as the blade concealed beneath your skirt Springs to life, and longs to hurt You close your eyes, and make a fist You trendy fucking influent I'd believe you if the bodies weren't piling up With the lipstick marks and emotional scars That signify your art This is your water-mark