Scent of morning renews her trust of that early wage    she's come to hate, she loaths the subconsious beast.   She knows she cant go on like this denying her needs   and craves the worst excusing what she needs the least.      Forever the taste of air will occupy her scent of    flavour, as desire condemns her wave   An external source of reassurence is constantly absent,   help her before theres nothing to save      Maybe she can live forever?   Maybe she'll start to cry   Denying the worst as   crystals cover her eyes      He honks his horn in hopes of a quick response    from his silicone queen to rush down his green mile   She carries her skin in a black leather bag because   her money should be spent on a prettier smile      Look after look, from star to model she steals thier egos   but one after another soul is put to shame   A flowing river carving the deepest valley divides her feelings   she hates herself because shes to blame