Faith, Torn Apart

歌詞

The young offender at prayer You look good in despair Artemis of the job I won't when you stop Faith, torn apart No, no one Yes, no one (Batti Batti Batti Battitore Inala Inala Inala oro Elevati oro elevati orora) Oh brother sleep Oh sister finality Your simple curtain Opening ever opening Mournfully appealing What do you want me to do? I want you to kill me Crushed to death Crushed to death Fate, turn it out Like a hole, turn it out No, no one Yes, no one (Batti Batti Batti Battitore Inala Inala Inala oro Elevati oro elevati orora) My room is a mess, My hair is black and blue My new phone is pink, My dress is a fishnet dress My face looks soft My eyeshadow Is like Cleopatra My contacts are bright green, My braces are real My pose is for you, My freckles are for you My shirt has no buttons, My finger is my mouth My hijab is polka dot, My head is resting my wrist My gaze is never going to settle, My beauty mark is from a pen My wig fell onto the pillow, My smirk is a shadow My glasses have purple frames, My village is 6600 miles away My arms are chubby, My nose smells horrible smells My kiss comes from a scream, My heart is going to crack in half My gold tooth is knocked out, My baseball hat hides the truth My name is romantic, My thoughts are pretenders My bra strap is a new feeling, My jaw is uneven and unsure My posture is by demand, My skirt is thrown up Over my head My curls are fading fast, My ambition is still, It is still to be a star My pyjamas don't fit very well, My knees hurt My little shirt matches My little shorts, My skin feels like A breaking case My appearance will Stress you out, My bikini looks dumb My shower is the least Refreshing thing about it My only recourse is There is no recourse My bindi has been rubbed to The side, my frown is for always My family will never See me again, My goofy jokes Hide my goofy damnation My giggles excuse What just happened, My tears and my drool Are all the same My fear is for one and all, My dead and childhood Is just beginning My make up is like a rose, My motto is sham pain for My real friends My age is on a card And cannot be disputed My nails will be broken, My pelvis will be broken My feather boa feels like The butcher shop, My favourite band is I don't know My complexion is Flawless for hours, My awareness is the Same as fainting My party is private My day has been endless My night cannot possible go on It doesn't matter what you think Do anything you like Because I was born dead And I was born to die