It's what she meant with open ends The scaled cracks our numbered and counting down There is no contact - so shrive away She cannot save it from herself Rather be somewhere else Rather be someone else Her judgement from the mirror meets With shut reaction Its conviction is cause to her decline The quiet touch of addicted glamour Dates the tyrant child unsatisfied a portrait's trash Attempts corruption to marvel the ovations of thoughtlessness White knuckled substance - no self-control Ghost faced smiles - cut ear to ear Strung out reprisal -dated and covered in Dope sick afternoon simplicity Hedonistic escape to shroud her symptoms decrements the ordinary She can shatter She can break - forever young The girl in the gla** is one of us Hurt it more to make her yours The girl is interrupted Immense illusion can end transmission till d**h will she part k** it and put it to rest She's never coming back