Fake lyrics

That's just plastic Nothing else but me Engaged on my fucking wracked way of being So don't even try to screw it out of me Sorry you're all covered with my disease Even if all the angels were fallen down from heaven and quiet stares at me I could not show you my number seven without keep hurting you Aching bones under pale skin A fucking pleased trigger just beneath my skin A broken piece of lack annoying everything Hollow leaves going down the stream Pull my secrets from you cell My jealousy about my selfish being Stop crying baby I'm not your taste It's just my blade keep hurting me Creeping parts of me Naked reality All I used to be Shows that I'm a fake