I threw up rotten makeup
Her eyes were washed with dark
Like a creepy clown in a park
Her face was pale and white
I think it's missing a watermark
The lips were stained with black
When I saw I never turned back
When she ran I heard the shell crack
Those lids, they suffer in a way
The void they're under isn't grey
Last night I saw her in my dreams
I woke up aching dizzy
Tired from all the screams
The ghosts are mad
The monsters crying sad
They say she took away the only job they had
