FREAK SHOW

I am going to love you until you hate me
A luxury I haven't even began to fathom
These candy cane stitches will make it better
Your heart is made of lollipops...sweet but sticky in the end

The poison on your lips shines with the scent of apples
One taste and dying would be a welcoming sight from the marble eyes
that pierces your thoughts, and manipulates you like puppets
Then sells you to the highest bidder for a new doll to prod and poke
with tiny pins beneath her skin

Powder my face and make me look like a clown
But trust me it's indeed you that is going to be put down
I am done with all the lies and the candy hearts you consume without mercy
Now its time for me to get down and dirty with shovel to bury your body

The show must go on...and the freaks that you threw away
will sing and dance in your honor...oh how dandy!