Dressed in Decadence
Imperfection, they told her
That positives are of less value
A gain of envy, a loss of health
Preparing to consume herself
She doesn't see the pulsing veins
She doesn't feel her own limits
Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away
The reflections praise, she is wearing decadence
You see the struggle overflowing the skin
Of promises as thin as paper
She moves a blind eye, the will like stone
From a dazzling smile to flesh and bones
She does not see the pulsing veins
br/>She does not feel her own limits
Before her eyes beauty is wasting away
Reflections praise, she is wearing decadence [2x]