FAUX FOX FUR

[Intro: Charlotte Gainsbourg]
​nightmarehouse
Can you really tell? It should be easy, passing
And yet, it's like walking through mud

[Verse 1]
Gossip spoken softly
Bailey's Uggs, leashed Border Collies
Driving drunk, tree kamikaze
She's not picking up the phone 'cause she's lost
Her cheeks bleed from the frost
She's got the eyes of a doll
Hundreds of dolls picked up and smashed, porcelain f***
A kiss, looks at you oddly, somber sense of melancholy
Do you think monsters are real?
'Cause she spoke to one in the woods and shе's gone
Paradise lost, a covenant with Baеl
They want to wear your pelt like a fox

[Verse 2]
What did you do last summer?
Pouting face, you're such a bummer
A skin devoid of color
Lamenting to your mother, the fall
To devils you enthrall, silhouette wall
Would you hail the aid of a wounded doe's call?
Atrophying body
Clothes from the rain, wet and soggy
They see clear, Illuminati
Standing ovation then the curtain call
The scent of fall in a masquerade ball
The music stops, eyes drawn to you
Resumes with a pretty face mauled

[Chorus]
I saw it dump a body covered with mud from rain
Her rhinestone prom dress, still shining when they found her slain
Demons adore you, make you feel brand new
Would you shop in the market if it was ran by goblins?
How do you feel that when you fall down, they cheer?
Alone in the thicket, open season, you're their deer
Angels falling, a sense you're not important
Bloodshot, vomit, red light recording

[Post-Chorus]
She's not picking up the phone 'cause she's lost
She's not picking up the phone 'cause she's lost
She's not picking up the phone 'cause she's lost

[Outro: Charlotte Gainsbourg]
Can you really tell? It should be easy, passing
And yet, it's like walking through mud