Clothe me in soft laces of golden honey
Spun from a weave of senseless lies
With high heeled shoes and face painted so sunny
Ain’t it fun to dress me up and watch me die.
Celebrations of glitz and glamour
A room of glittering gold and sparkling silver
Attended, by no other than sombre clowns and masked harlots
Pretending to shine brightly when they’ve already rusted a lot.
She’s lovely, pretty, her dress was so breezy
The expression on her face displays that life is easy
He’s a gentleman, a handsome one, his face shows nothing but fun
They get adored by everyone but who genuinely cares about them? No one.
Abstract concepts of presumptuous formality
Painted with ballgowns, top hats, riches, and exterior beauty
What is that painting though, but an example of human crime
Of another blank canvas ruined with the wrong ideas overtime?
I’m gorgeous, mystical, prettier than shades of pink
I’m Gomorrah, maledicted, uglier that one might think
I’m perfection, elegance, radiant to society’s eyes
After all, they’re the one who dressed me up, so I say, bring on the lies.