Do ThIs FOr Me/ YouR PeRFEct NoW

Cry me every tear, and will fill up a bath, take off this outer shell you have, and slowly slide in. You are so fond of the white linoleum, with all it's many stains, but cry me every tear, and we'll soon wash it out.

Can you feel it running through your heart, running through your soul, with it's jaws of life clamped down on you hard. Honey start running, but your feet won't move, start screaming but you'll hear no sound. Your perfect now.

Puke me up every imperfection, and will have anorexic perfection, take of this outer shell, and slowly show your skeleton. you are so fond of the white plastic with all it's crusty marks, buy puke me up every imperfection, and we'll soon have it perfect.

Can you feel it running through your heart, running through your soul, with it's jaws of life clamped down on you hard. Honey start running, but your feet won't move, start screaming but you'll hear no sound. Your perfect now.

Cut me up every anger, and will have a high school massacre, take of this outer shell, and let the revenge explode. You are so fond of the white cupboard, that hides the bloody razor, but let the anger release, and we'll soon have it scared away.

Can you feel it running through your heart, running through your soul, with it's jaws of life clamped down on you hard. Honey start running, but your feet won't move, start screaming but you'll hear no sound. Your perfect now.

Do this for me, until in my eyes you are perfection, your kingdom awaits you, forever rest there my queen.

Can you feel it running through your heart, running through your soul, with it's jaws of life clamped down on you hard. Honey start running, but your feet won't move, start screaming but you'll hear no sound. Your perfect now.

Can you feel it running through your heart, running through your soul, with it's jaws of life clamped down on you hard. Honey start running, but your feet won't move, start screaming but you'll hear no sound. Your perfect now.

+.+ This is about starving and cutting to become perfect in the eyes of other. your sad though, but doing what you do is for everone else and perfection cannot be achieved until death. Your kingdom awaits you, is the coffin in which ou will lie six feet under the dirt. There, you are perfect +.+

A song. 4/1/07