fishnet qualities only giving a **** about ******* always plucking skin from my teeth sewing them together my leatherface trophy for happiness a mask worn, disguised as lust driven love unknowing victims cutting their own hearts out for me a symbol for the empty cage, the broken door, the night mine walked right out of my chest not stolen, or given, just tired and ready to leave I let it go, without a goodbye put on my fishnets and welcomed lust for dinner