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We’re brokenhearted in designer, ripped up stockings
in demonia, ballerina, you broken ballerina.
She cries a whole river, fairy lost her wings yeah,
her tears of eyeliner, look pretty when they splash her.
Broken hearted in designer
ripped up stockings in demonia.
(Designer sadness! Designer sadness! Ya!)
Babbling all day I hear things call to me
and them demons keep on crawling on me on me
Screaming my name they keep on clawing me
and they’re entering inside of me of me.
They say they fill up the pain, the hole inside of me.
Shiny pretty precious devils riding on me on me.
Balenciaga, Gucci, Prada, fill the hole suppress the trauma Bending backwards Jeffery Dahmer
Spending make twice back that’s karma.
Dionysius mother Isis turn my strengths all into vices.
What’s your price bitch? That’s real nice bitch
Make a million in this crisis.
And I’ve been out my body yeah
since I faced off all my fear
Psychologically I’m here
but in my heart I disappear.
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