Platinum
We’ll learn to love our pretensesthe precise curves of our plastic partsWith painted faces pressed too thinwe’ll cry behind our platinum grinsThese pretty silhouettes seldom speakOur silk isn’t worth the weight of these sins Smoking our sacred cigarettes until the sun goes downand we think we’re special nowWe’re our favorite fucking figurines in the fleshFaceless fragments following the floodFlickering faith dies in the fireas the furious, hungering flames fly higherWe’ll learn to love our labelsthe letters branded across our lipsWith leaking wounds left on our skinwe’ll die behind our platinum grins Written October 9th, 2001 © on Oct 09 2001 02:44 PM PST 0 • 9
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"We’ll learn to love our pretensesthe precise curves of our plastic partsWith painted faces pressed too thinwe’ll cry behind our platinum grinsThese pretty silhouettes seldom speakOur silk isn’t worth the weight of these sins Smoking our sacred cigarettes until the sun goes downand we think we’re special nowWe’re our favorite fucking figurines in the fleshFaceless fragments following the floodFlickering faith dies in the fireas the furious, hungering flames fly higherWe’ll learn to love our labelsthe letters branded across our lipsWith leaking wounds left on our skinwe’ll die behind our platinum grins..."