Flesh Couture

lets say for arts sake

we killed ourselves tonight

in our dreams we could live forever

immortalized in our beauty

don't say I didn't warn you, beauty can be reversed

expose to me, the heart stings deep within

until it bleeds

for one day of beauty

you pinned your hopes, upon the mirror and now it cuts your skin

shattered by your own reflection

do you recall your own fucking face

she looked so beautiful, fashioned in her own despair

a fitting end to fashion

her source of suicide

beneath the veil of make up, your soul has slowly died

an endless wave of martyrs, dressed in a sea of black

to serenade the serpents, this scene has turned its back

feel this shatter

to the ground

your misfortunes I resound

so clean yourself up bitch

the fragments you savour

are barely held together

your basis for reason, compounded by the seasons

I suffered the arrows, your heart a formless shadow

beneath the lies, your wings have been dissected

from this fashion, the dead arise

and with its failure, we breath new life.