Decomposing shell of mine Will you accept my wrongs? Cursed you down to hell and back But still you mend my holes Vessel born to bruise and tore I've seen this once before Flesh, intestines, bones, impressions last for only so long Baby, none of this shit matters Cut the judgement, kill the pressure Think you're flawless, you're the hottest But you're still just a corpse with a name Think you're gorgeous, on the surface But surfaces crumble away What's a paint job, with no inching? I'm just hoping you still feel the same, the same Doll, I'm only a corpse with a name