A life a dream the pain a scream
I awoke to my desires
Young white male let out your rage
And throw your heat onto the fire
The flesh will be stuffed into the dress
Even if it doesn’t fit
Obsess ourselves with matchstick perfection
My skin will never be so sweet
The hate the greed the abstract need
Learn to love and learn to use
Choking on conformity Nothing hurts like solitude
The flesh will be stuffed into the dress
Even if it doesn’t fit
Obsess ourselves with matchstick perfection
My skin will never be so sweet
A life a dream the pain a scream
I awoke to my desires
A life a dream the pain a scream
I awoke to my desires
Fattened by billboard beauty
Ready for the media kill
The flesh will be stuffed into the dress
Even if it doesn’t fit
Obsess ourselves with matchstick perfection
My skin will never be so sweet
The flesh will be stuffed into the dress
Even if it doesn’t fit
Obsess ourselves with matchstick perfection
My skin will never be so sweet
.......
A life a dream the pain a scream
I awoke to my desires
Young white male let out your rage
And throw your heat onto the fire
The flesh will be stuffed into the dress
Even if it doesn’t fit
Obsess ourselves with matchstick perfection
My skin will never be so sweet
The hate the greed the abstract need
Learn to love and learn to use
Choking on conformity Nothing hurts like solitude
The flesh will be stuffed into the dress
Even if it doesn’t fit
Obsess ourselves with matchstick perfection
My skin will never be so sweet
A life a dream the pain a scream
I awoke to my desires
A life a dream the pain a scream
I awoke to my desires
Fattened by billboard beauty
Ready for the media kill
The flesh will be stuffed into the dress
Even if it doesn’t fit
Obsess ourselves with matchstick perfection
My skin will never be so sweet
The flesh will be stuffed into the dress
Even if it doesn’t fit
Obsess ourselves with matchstick perfection
My skin will never be so sweet
.......
A life a dream the pain a scream
I awoke to my desires
Young white male let out your rage
And throw your heat onto the fire
The flesh will be stuffed into the dress
Even if it doesn’t fit
Obsess ourselves with matchstick perfection
My skin will never be so sweet
The hate the greed the abstract need
Learn to love and learn to use
Choking on conformity Nothing hurts like solitude
The flesh will be stuffed into the dress
Even if it doesn’t fit
Obsess ourselves with matchstick perfection
My skin will never be so sweet
A life a dream the pain a scream
I awoke to my desires
A life a dream the pain a scream
I awoke to my desires
Fattened by billboard beauty
Ready for the media kill
The flesh will be stuffed into the dress
Even if it doesn’t fit
Obsess ourselves with matchstick perfection
My skin will never be so sweet
The flesh will be stuffed into the dress
Even if it doesn’t fit
Obsess ourselves with matchstick perfection
My skin will never be so sweet
.......