their recover

play the part

of pretty art

float among the starry night

ket them stare and gawk and fight

inturpret the way you smile

and let them wait and pause a wille

as flowers turn to screaming scars

weavin up and down your arms

bleeding blue in shattered eyes

blood shot white but shift the wise

let them touch the thorns of sin

that prick every inch of your skin

and when they ask you open wide

let all the pretty pills inside

they say theyll make the voices stop 

and make you fall asleep on top

give the people what they want

when they come greet you nonchalant

make sure to show your rusted smile

satisfu their chirping while

youre suffering but dont tell them so

if indeee you want to go

back to the dark where you feel safe 

now hurry on its getting late 

play the part

of pretty art

dont open the door

anymore