Besedila: Boy Sets Fire. The Day The Sun Went Out. Cadence.

In this culture I am just the meat for vultures
To pick until my beauty shows
For your glossy covers and in classy circles smother
Have I nothing more to give

And I would rather starve than lose this body
And I would rather starve than lose your acceptance

Need your love, I just need someone's approval
To put me back again
Is this skin all you want, are aesthetics all you need
Is this really where I stand

And I would rather starve than lose this body
And I would rather starve than lose your acceptance

And my eyes will always show my empty soul
As you divert your eyes to my body
And my eyes will always show my empty soul
As you divert your eyes to my body
That my eyes will always show my empty soul
As you divert your eyes to my body

I'm nothing to you but this shell that you see
Rotting flesh for your eyes
Wilting beauty for every goddamn girl
To compare to

And my eyes will always show my empty soul
As you divert your eyes to my body
And my eyes will always show my empty soul

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