“Beastly”
I’m sorry I’m sadly swearing my scorn
I can’t conceive, my heart has been torn
My flesh has been ripped, my hair has been shorn
It’s hellish and happy I mourn
Don’t make me explain my caved in descriptions
I’m shaking and breaking my stirring ambitions
And kneading the lack of my certain prescriptions
You’re putting me in such lacking positions
You’re blue and red and all things in between
So help me I\'m trapped in a violent silver screen
You dazzle and dance like a god given queen
You sparkle and shine, you\'re healthy and lean
You’re beautiful
Please believe it
It’s dangerous
But you deceive it
And it strikes one last time
Holding your life on the line
Like a raging wind
You’ve given your life so let it take mine.