I'm Designer! Roll up, there's another piece on sale of rotted trendyness, in absence it prevails sitting atop the throne of a plucky survivor my mind useless, my body designer I'm not a hero, I'm not a whore - probably both changing skin like fashion, both corrupt and gross - oh do you like my hair, my bulging erotic excess? I moisturised my face today with feaces and ground insects eyes diamonds swamped in a pool of lies followed by a scent of longing whilst inside swarms flies thinking we know beauty, we snatch for fear others will take but on the outside its easy to fabricate, to fake I smell of roses today, oh yes I'm soo exquisite killing in the name of love, juvenile and disgustingly delinquent destroying myself to create a new persona I can own but how can you have something that's already gone one thousand suits I have with no happiness to show I'll sell you a million, it's in desperation greed grows, smiling sweetly as I descend into the land of sensual dreams whilst inside my morality fits and screams there's another piece on sale no longer fashionable but frail dragged from the tears of an unlucky survivor, my mind's useless, my body bedazzling oh I'm designer!