Dead

You think they are friends
They spit in your face
You can wash your mug
But there's a spot on your soul that you can’t erase

You think you're queen
But where are your slaves
Are they all dead
Or it's you who woke them up

Maybe you're alive outside
Your plastic eyes they brightly shine
But honey look inside you're fake
Nothing left from you to take
We all x-ray you from inside
Your heart is wetherd like you mind
Cocain and wine that's what you please
But when time comes you're on your knees

Pretender of yourself
Imitation in your blouse
You can trick them
But there's smithg white under your nose

Dance naked on table
They like your style
But when comes tomorrow
Honey don't reveal

You thing they R friends
They spit in your face
You think you're queen
But where R your slaves
R they all dead, R we all dead
Why we all dead