Dressed In Decay

Imperfection shes been told The positives are undersold A gain of envy, a loss of health Preparing to consume herself She does not see the pulsing veins She does not feel her own restraints Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay You see the struggle flood the skin From promises to paper-thin She turns a blind eye, will of stone From stunning smile, to flesh and bone She does not see the pulsing veins She does not feel her own restraints Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay She does not see the pulsing veins She does not feel her own restraints Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay