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Glamor Kills

These decietful lyrics that pass my lips
They go along with the shape of your hips
Curling, twisting into ropes
That bind your limbs
A blanket of broken promises and half truths
One day maybe you can escape
But until then this life is filled with snakes
Sithering, sliding, around your head
We will put thoughts inside your mind
As the last friend fades from behind
These daggers will sharpen
Blood dripping, glistening so fine
Your soul is slipping, the black abyss
Have you seen this girl?
The back of the milk carton blinks and swrils
I've taken over you, your life and motor skills
I've made you beautiful
But don't you know?
Glamor kills
And your the next victim