With those angelic eyes, you look up and see me
Isn’t perfection just a wicked scheme?
With sweat that dries on your skin, still as sweet
Empathy in my eyes, I see the brokenness underneath
I’m here to save you! A knight in shining armour at last
Don’t worry, I’ll remove all the tragedy, fill it with only beauty
Your life is in my hands, I’ll make it shine until it’s pristine
You’re smart, but not enough for your own good, I know you need me
Take a girl, take her life, make it pristine
Remove the blood, remove the sweat, remove the tears
Remove the boyfriend, remove the girlfriends, remove that terrible phone
Clip the wings, all these unwanted things, make it pristine
A living doll she is now, but something has changed
Empathy, still, in my eyes, but in yours no longer brokenness
No sweat to smell sweetly dried on the skin,
No mouth that expresses movements that long for sin and redemption
Isn’t perfection just a wicked scheme?
A lifeless, joyless, plastic existence
But can you even call it existence, if it doesn’t breathe, is it real?
So, I put you in the ground, because the beautiful girls always fail me.