It goes:cracked halo horns on my helmet
Little doll crawl in cherry red velvet
Burning Man in the house of charm
Chemical to the mouth but not to the arm
My tastes spinning out of control
Your face two eyes with a whole
Suicide watch, king of the strippers
Glorified hookers smash your glass slippers
Nothing can tempt me, everyone empty
I get high on the road when they let me
Trade craft-work off exotic substance
Some want to carve out my heart still love this
I’m trying to hurt myself, still smoking
But I’m afraid a blunt won’t cut my wrist open
Told you that I loved you, I was just joking
You can’t hurt my heart it’s been broken