Status

Ooh, c’est tout
I curse the day that I laid eyes on you
You thirsty, dirty, stupid root
Status: Over; we are through
Ooh, c’est tout
The needle, like a thorn removed
Slipped out from this aching bruise
Status: Weapon is defused
Ooh, c’est tout
Broken girls, when rag-doll used
Can’t be expected to be true
Status: Villain has been subdued
You beg for mercy, but I refuse
Step off!
You have been excused
Vous n’avez pas un coeur
Solipsistic saboteur
You are twisted and unsure
You see her lipstick and pearls
And want to devour her
But now she’s tearing up your insides
All claws and fur
Get up!
Give us a smile
Get up!
Get out of this
At least for a while
Get up!
Ooh, c’est tout
Tortured dolls will become cruel
Porcelain repaired with glue
Can’t hush the shrieking of a wound
So deep it’s feral through and through
Status: I am done with you