You think they are friends They spit in your face You can wash your mug But there's a spot on your soul that you can’t erase
You think you're queen But where are your slaves Are they all dead Or it's you who woke them up
Maybe you're alive outside Your plastic eyes they brightly shine But honey look inside you're fake Nothing left from you to take We all x-ray you from inside Your heart is wetherd like you mind Cocain and wine that's what you please But when time comes you're on your knees
Pretender of yourself Imitation in your blouse You can trick them But there's smithg white under your nose
Dance naked on table They like your style But when comes tomorrow Honey don't reveal
You thing they R friends They spit in your face You think you're queen But where R your slaves R they all dead, R we all dead Why we all dead
