Staple the corners of the mouth to the ears

I’ve been dehydrating the ocean of my tears

The skin is a canvas of "Everything is Fine"

While the rot is busy eating through the spine.

I’m a marketable martyr in a designer shroud

Screaming at the silence, whispering to the crowd

The anesthesia is the only thing that’s real

I’ve forgotten how it actually feels to feel.

Give me that anesthetic smile, bright and wide

There’s a beautiful graveyard blooming inside

Polish the surface, ignore the decay

We’re just pretty little monsters in the light of day!

The cracks are the map.

The scars are the destination.

Welcome to the end of the celebration.

Keep smiling.

It looks almost human.