YOU LICK YOUR LIPS SO SOUR
YOU SWIM IN LAKES OF HATE
YOU DISSECT ALL OF THE HOURS
YOU TRY HARD NOT TO RELATE
TO ME

SIT IN THE THRONE OF PLASTIC SCENES
YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF MAGAZINES
YOU LIVE A DIAMOND SHINE TO SHOWER
AND WITHOUT A CHANCE TO LOSE
HIDE LIKE SPIDERS IN A FLOWER
BLEMISH BUT NEVER TO BRUISE

SIT IN THE THRONE OF PLASTIC SCENES
YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF MAGAZINES

LOOKING DOWN SO CAVALIER
COMPLICATE THE ALWAYS CLEAR
BE FOR REAL OR BE FOR FAKE
THERE'S NOT A SURFACE YOU CAN'T BREAK
YOU CAN'T BREAK
YOU WON'T BREAK
YOU DON'T BREAK
YOU PROMISE TO BE NEVER
YOU DELIVER AT YOUR SHRINE
KISS THEM ONLY JUST TO SEVER
AND TO FOREVER NEVER MIND
SIT IN THE THRONE OF PLASTIC SCENES
YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF MAGAZINES



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