Яд в помаде

Hotel "Chateau", broken crystal under Chelsea boots.
We play aristocrats, drowning in cheap press and disputes.
Your hands are shaking — is it withdrawal or is it art?
The room smells of hairspray, sulfur, and a hollow heart.
You trace the contour, like a line under my life.
Sharp angle.
Bloody gloss.
We are dancing, but at a terrible cost.


Stop! Don't wipe it off!
Let them see how I burn!
This is not makeup!
THIS IS NOT MAKEUP!

Припев
Poison in lipstick!
Sweet taste of cyanide and cherry!
Kiss me on the lips until we’re unnecessary!
Leave your mark on my neck like a noose.
I hate how much I love this abuse!
Poison in lipstick!
Kill me beautifully!


Chemical burn on the cheekbone.
You say: "Hold on, darling, we are in the final zone".
Oh yes, we are close, baby, the curtains are on fire.
Your mouth is a crater, my mouth is a wire.
Smear it thicker!
Hide the fear in your eyes!
We are the kings of ruins in disguise!


Red means stop.
Red means blood.
Red is not love, it's a flood.
It drips down the chin...
Suffocating...
Give me air!
Or give me more!
MORE!
MORE!
GIVE ME THAT DAMN POISON!



Припев
Poison in lipstick!
Sweet taste of cyanide and cherry!
Kiss me on the lips until we’re unnecessary!
Leave your mark on my neck like a noose.
I hate how much I love this abuse!
Poison in lipstick!


...There.
Now I look perfect.