Oh my; what do we have here?
I accept life for what it is
But the diamonds are sure pasty...
Laugh out loud if you dare,
For my soul is bleak
Don\'t you wish you were me?
Take away these bloody diamonds, please
I don\'t need these luxuries anyway
Who dares to shoot with a shotgun
That is only made of rose petals?
Oh rosy daisies, don\'t shoot my eyes
For I need to see my tragic life;
Oh the pressures of production
For the camera is on all our lives,
Are we destined to be a soap opera off the air?
For I am clearly in distress...
For depression is so fabulous
She wears a floral dress
And dances on the ceiling
With her depressed shadows,
There is a house on a hill
That is totally corrupt--
For it is also made of roses, and curious blood;
For I am on the edge of the tunnel
Seeping into the abyss of my depression
And my skin is melting, as my bones appear
I have no eyes to see;
And my head is bald
And my teeth are rotting
And my desire for sex is livid,
Oh what a weird concept...
I\'d rather die in the sea
Where my mind is free to float free
And my body is a breathless bird
Aching for a tree,
And lovely; lovely is a bird out of water
I wish life were that free
For I absolutely love a breathless story
For breathless kisses have no heart;
Do you see my body in lifeless activity?
The most shocking controversy
That ever lived...
Who moves their lifeless body
When they have no tears?
Such trauma stems out of the ground
And my limbs are lifeless
And my soul has left my body
I am permanently defeated--
Is depression an art
Or is it a love language?
For I speak depression all of the time
There are no excuses, bloody diamonds
For my beauty is not for sale
Alas; alas
My heart is made of silver glass
And when it breaks
It is lifeless..........crash.
Behold the stars that cover my body
After unveiling the corpse.