Come count your trophies and stack em high, 

It's funny how reality can pass you by 

Little girl wanna be as pretty as she can and she lives by whatever it takes 

The lights in her room are all dark- 

And living doesn't hurt if you haven't got a heart so why not, 

Why not taste the pain? 

You've got nothing to lose and nobody to blame 

A hard shell for shame 

So come display your skillz, 

Cuz fuxck lonely nights with empty bottles and pills 

At 50/50 fills per shot cum take her for a spin 

And I hope you like your sin with skin 

Cuz you can count me out 



It's all for plastic walking in your sleep 

It's all for plastic and it's only skin deep 

It's all for plastic here's to your health 

It's all plastic so you can go fuxck yourself 



Gasoline and broken glass 

Shaking in your coffin as the hearses pass 

Are you afraid that nobody can hear your screams? 

Cuz we're out here, 

We just don't care 

Pretty my pink, I can smell your stink- makes me sick 

And I don't give a damn what you think anymore 

Back down against the floor 

All for vanity, profanity and hells galore 

Liquid candy whore- suck it up, hold your breath 

Is it a taste of life or maybe just your death? 

Or better yet another chance for me to see right through 

Because it's who you fuxck but who the fuxck are you?