Pretty World

I woke up cold in a borrowed skin, Bones full of dust, heart full of sin. Your living noise drills into my brain, I'm built from rot and I breathe disdain. You fear my face, you fear my scream, But I'm the truth you drown in your routine. I'm not alive in your pretty world, I spit your name as my rage is hurled. You want me gone but I'm standing still, Dead on my feet, I feast as you spill. Your perfect life reeks of sweet decay, At least my scars never fade away. You chase the light like it's something pure, I wear the dark and I am the cure. Stitch me wrong, Watch me rise. Dead girl's rage Never dies. Stitch me wrong, Face my scream. I'm the plague, Crawling within. I'm not alive in your pretty world, I spit your name as my rage is hurled. You want me gone but I'm standing still, Dead on my feet, I feast as you spill.