So softly you apply your mask Your lipstick, pencil and your brush How holy seems the dress Such price could not be but divine You…

Why cover up ourselves in our own lies We fill the air with guilty smoke If only I could print her portrait in my heart And leave behind…

One can never have the title and personal satisfaction of being too Glamorous ! It simply doesnt exist! We cover ourselves with MAC make-up and dress up…

The beauty needed Filth invaded Face looks tired Bitter sweetened Blooming fast Invading Hearts It will not last Spoiling your holy tarts Needles and powder Corrupt invasion Youth bleeding faster Losing all hope in action Picked at…