歌词坐标
EN原文歌词
暂时没有翻译，当前显示原文歌词。
Ideals of beauty set to color in savvy death camp chic
The runways turn to gauntlets of disgrace and sickness
For your spectacle your piece
Freeze - her hollow eyes now give you anything
Dead - she never saw it coming anyway
Acceptance is the starving girl that you created bleeding your disease
For images of tragedy that you take pride in
To make her feel ashamed
Articles will not redeem
The dead now lying at your feet
You know she doesn't matter so don't act so coy
She's starving for you did you even notice what you took
