I thought I would be able to take off the make up
Yet still, I was to die from an instant process
How hysterical thinking I could take it off
Thinking I would not need the smile I always bring
It was s o funny that still with this and all of that
I would still **** myself slowly with a dash of acids
Acids for the wounds to make it more excruciating
I love it when things goes wrong as they always will
Yet I can not take off this contour and show my face
For the goddess said I was hideous without make up
How hysterical for giving me this commandment
I would laugh all day and not die in flash
For I would prefer the more fathomable manner
To die slowly as I make the goddess smile
She smiles for how hysterical I make of myself