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Every day
She stands in front of the looking glass
She feels like shit
She's got a broken heart
What she sees make her sick
There's no diet or granny remedies for her
She's got dresses too big for her soul
So she cries


Regret is everything I know
sickness twisting down in my womb
beauty is what I want to see'n
that's the way I'd like to be


In her thoughts
a figure painted clearly
By all means
she wants to looks like her
All nerves drawn her mind is gone
now she's got the answer
while madness takes the shape of scissors
in her hands


Regret is everything I know
sickness twisting down in my womb
beauty is what I want to be'n
that's the way I'd like to see


CHORUS:

Like a chisel
she takes her razor
What exceeds is useless you know
Like a sickenin Michelangelo
she slices her flesh away
Ripping out
slimy steaks
that fall down like slosh at her feet
so she becomes
her self inflicted masterpiece


A.G. SOLO


She's so nice so thin
Every fault is eradicate
Perfect body no matter how
Imperfections are covered in blood


CHORUS:

Like a chisel..

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