A beauty queen sits in silence
A troubled soul, she's pondering violence
As she waits for her life to end
In the shadows she finds guidance
Fighting her own screaming sirens
As she waits for her life to end
All her inhibitions
And her bad intentions
Cuts her to the core
Is this her new religion
A form of blind submission
And keeps her coming back for more
She's fighting hard just to breathe
Through the pain and agony
She's done this to herself
The blood is running from her veins
In her mind one thought remains
She's done this to herself
All her inhibitions
And her bad intentions
Cuts her to the core
Is this her new religion
A form of blind submission
And keeps her coming back for more
One more cut to make things right
In this pain she finds delight
Another scar a visual cue
She has more work to do
One more cut to make things right
In this pain she finds delight
Another scar a visual cue
She has more work to do
Another slice to quench her thirst
The last one felt just like the first
Sweet surrender pulls her under
One last breath she says goodnight
She won't be waking up this time
Sweet surrender pulls her under
All her inhibitions
And her bad intentions
Cuts her to the core
Is this her new religion
A form of blind submission
And keeps her coming back for more