Pour yourself some cyanide Put out your gaslight You want a fire fight I’ll be the smoke There’s no need to panic Make it romantic Take you for granite Turn you to stone
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Pour yourself some cyanide Put out your gaslight You want a fire fight I’ll be the smoke There’s no need to panic Make it romantic Take you for granite Turn you to stone
I’m celebrating Your self destruction And while you’re drinking poison I’ll be drinking champagne
Seasoned depressional Coming down off the chemicals So many meds I’m a lexiprofessional
Love me, hate me You’re all obsessed Imma break your heart Cardiac arrest
I’m a goddess And you don’t stand a chance Jet black crown I’m the queen of the damned
Think that I don’t need it But I’m stuck, I’ll never leave So intoxicated in this Wicked web I weave Seeing double vision It’s a picture-perfect view Filled with bad decisions And I’m making them with you
Thinkin bout Johnny.....what a man....