Pretty Mess

my secret fornication, your liquid motivation, the way i keep you high and your not sure why but you don't feel too right. the way i twist you up, the way i use you up, the way you're so ambitious. girl you try so hard and it's still not enough. those compliments you're getting, those pretty things you're wearing. the way it's far too easy to appear innocent like another guy staring. the way i twist you up, the way i use you up.the way i always want more and i always get more (cause i get what i want). we're all poisoned machines we're all poisoned machines. this pretty face is face is more than it seems. everybody's got schemes, yeah everybody's got schemes. don't make me push it push it push mine to their extremes. all my obscene temptations, your permanent vacation. the way i'm in disguise and i feed you lies through my maybeline eyes. i've never seen flesh shake like that. i've never heard bones break like that somebody start the engine she didn't pass the test. your going to say it like you mean it if it is your dying breath. and it was quite a scene i must confess. you're still alive inside my head. when your pretty face. your face. became a pretty mess. my pretty mess. black, blue bruised eyes, stained torn white dress. your lifeless heart torn from your chest. scared beneath from my cares. from my caress. from my caress.