R. Thomasin
The New Sacred
Cut your hairJust to feel a change in airBecome a new faceIf there's nobody in sight tonightIdol worship high fleetingAlter form to ease beingSmile instead and paint lips redDon't believe what you've been ledForth to believeYou never needed any-bodyYou never needed to be near meAnd if you do just what you want aimlessDarling you've been so shamelessWith your brand new eyes the liesPour from you like tears I fearPour from you like tears
From Letras Mania