Bleeding Mascara

A wraith with an angel's body

A demon with a smile of gold

You soul-sucker

I won't become like you

A killer with the perfect weapons

Crystal eyes and a heart of coal

You soul-sucker

I won't lose myself in you

Look how pretty she is when she falls down

Now there's no beauty in bleeding mascara

Lips are quivering, like a withering rose

She's back again

What the fuck, do you think love means?

It's more than words and more than feelings

Sucking me dry

Is my marrow that sweet?

Your dead lovers have left a trail of broken hearts

And misspent hopes, sucking them dry

Does their marrow taste of sweetness, sweetness?

I hope you choke

Look how pretty she is when she falls down

Now there's no beauty in bleeding mascara

Lips are quivering, like a withering rose

She's back again, she's back a

She's back again, she's back