Cry bitch cry you fucking loser
sobbing over split milk
believing in the power of love.
How does it help you now,
you fucked up wall flower,
how does it help you now?
Break through your stinking innocence
meet the bitch you really are
drunk on the power of your dark sting
your own pretense
as you dance like a flower
your vibrant colours
stealing from passing low-lives
as you all the buzz
manipulate them with cruel talent
into pollinating your animal desires.
in your weakness
as you believe
so they will
all petal like and