Rotten Flower

If you knew I was rotten inside Would you still wanna touch it? Would you crave my remains as you do my doll face? If you knew I was impure, would you lick others' debris? Blood on your fingers and thirst in your eyes Romanticize my doe ones, yet crave for the meat My purity, my untouched skin, is that what you want? If you had seen my scars, would you still wanna kiss me? As ecstasy grows on your pants, disgust crosses your mind Say you regret as you come back for more Look into my eyes while your fingers are deep inside Romanticize my purity till you're not the one to take it