their recover
play the part
of pretty art
float among the starry night
ket them stare and gawk and fight
inturpret the way you smile
and let them wait and pause a wille
as flowers turn to screaming scars
weavin up and down your arms
bleeding blue in shattered eyes
blood shot white but shift the wise
let them touch the thorns of sin
that prick every inch of your skin
and when they ask you open wide
let all the pretty pills inside
they say theyll make the voices stop
and make you fall asleep on top
give the people what they want
when they come greet you nonchalant
make sure to show your rusted smile
satisfu their chirping while
youre suffering but dont tell them so
if indeee you want to go
back to the dark where you feel safe
now hurry on its getting late
play the part
of pretty art
dont open the door
anymore