The Price of Beauty (Live in Paris)

歌詞

Holding you down by your throat Just enough to keep your Fucking mouth shut Can't stand to hear you scream, "God!" Because he's not fucking here, bitch And how does it feel now? Don't worry; you're not Another rape victim It's just me destroying Your beauty And how does it feel now? That I'm ripping out All of the fake pieces In your face And what will you do now Once all of your beautiful skin Is in my pockets? What cosmetic will fix this mess Fix this mess That is now your face? Was this all worth it? For your fake fucking beauty The price of beauty was more Than you thought How does it feel now? The price Was more than you thought