Glamour Through Debris

Paint may face with the skull of my suffering

(And in the end you'll cry for me little sister)

I've got the armor in the form of these scabs and scars

(And in the end you'll cry for me little sister)

Rip out my heart and I'll pull out my fucking gun

(And in the end you'll cry for me little sister)

One kiss from a bullet and we"ll see if you plastic bleeds

(And in the end you'll cry for me little sister)

Can't you fucking see me

On the big screen

Don't you see

We're all made for TV

You'll love me now

You can pin up the magazines

In my life after death

It's my glamour through your debris

The cameras on

I've got the gun

Let's have some fun

Just like the hydra

Cut a finger from my hand

I've got four more

And I'll pull the trigger again

This is the end

So cry for me

Little sister