Jeffree Star - Louis Vuitton body bag

Stab you with scissors and let's hold hands
Blew out my birthday candles...wished that you were dead
Slice you to ribbons - lay next to me
Let's give each other lobotomies

Slit your throat & zip you up
I won't fuck up your pretty make-up
Tell your friends, try not to brag
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag

To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves...
To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves...

Pretend I love you for another year
Starve myself so I'll fucking disappear
Your red-dipped fingers look like strawberries
But these gashes look like self-injuries Slit your throat & zip you up
I won't fuck up your pretty makeup
Tell your friends, try not to brag
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag

Depression, my new obsession...home sweet home
Self-mutilation is like a sick art show
Depression, my new obsession...home sweet home
Self-mutilation is like a sick art show
Depression, my new obsession...home sweet home
Self-mutilation is like a sick art show

Slit your throat & zip you up
I won't fuck up your pretty makeup
Tell your friends, try not to brag

To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves...

You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag