It's what she meant with open ends
The scaled cracks our numbered and counting down
There is no contact - so shrive away

She cannot save it from herself

Rather be somewhere else

Rather be someone else
Her judgement from the mirror meets
With shut reaction

Its conviction is cause to her decline

The quiet touch of addicted glamour

Dates the tyrant child unsatisfied a portrait's trash
Attempts corruption to marvel the ovations of thoughtlessness


White knuckled substance - no self-control
Ghost faced smiles - cut ear to ear
Strung out reprisal -dated and covered in

Dope sick afternoon simplicity

Hedonistic escape to shroud her symptoms decrements the ordinary


She can shatter
She can break - forever young

The girl in the glass is one of us
Hurt it more to make her yours
The girl is interrupted


Immense illusion can end transmission till death will she part


Kill it and put it to rest
She's never coming back