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Lingerie -
“Tomorrow is inevitable,
You don't really feel a thing,
So put on your mascara, and give them all a show tonight,”
“A needle in my poker face,
It peeks into the terror,”
The fire and horror, that she still calls her home.
“Do I make you angry?
Beat me. The nation is tearing me apart.
Is there nothing changing?
Ethereal, my apocalypse in a grenade
A celebrity, a sign of the times.
A planet so gray.
Psuedochrist, her prosthetic eyes,
Are pretty in her lingerie.
Her illusion so impenetrable
Nothing's ever real to me.
Dying in a fever dream of never ending snow
There's a needle in my swollen vein
I can't live without it, I think I'm drowning
I think I need a savior, no one is going to save me.
“Do I make you angry?
Beat me. The nation is tearing me apart.
Is there nothing changing?
Ethereal, my apocalypse in a grenade
A celebrity, a sign of the times.
A planet so gray.
Psuedochrist, her prosthetic eyes,
Are pretty in her lingerie.
“Heaven above, fuck your love.”
A prophet wrapped in lingerie
“I hope you hate me, cuz I hate you”
“Tomorrow is inevitable,
You don't really feel a thing,
So put on your mascara, and give them all a show tonight,”
“A needle in my poker face,
It peeks into the nightmare,”
The horror that she still calls her home.
“Do I make you angry?
Beat me. The nation is tearing me apart.
Is there nothing changing?
Ethereal, my apocalypse in a grenade
A celebrity, a sign of the times.
A planet so gray.
Psuedochrist, her prosthetic eyes,
Are pretty in her lingerie.
- Genre
- Pop