This new mask I wear was cast perfect from your face. And now your body lies in roses rotting to waste. I'll dress in your skin and paint myself just like a whore. You know I could be so much more. I'll dress in your skin and paint myself just like a whore. You know I could be so much more While the soundtrack plays dialogue from another scene. I'll wrap myself so tight in plastic that I can't breathe. I'll dress in your skin and paint myself just like a whore. You know I could be so much more. I'll dress in your skin and paint myself just like a whore. You know I could be so much more. I'm the revelation for despair. I'm the revelation for despair. I'm the revelation for despair. Does anyone even care?