You're no better than me!
If that's your game, destroy me!
Eat the scraps in the trash,
but throw up so you can be prettier.
Pretty is ugly when she's on stage.
She mocks everything,
even when they're bleeding her dry.
Get up!
Those people speak so low.
Get up!
Don't listen to them!
But I'm listening to them.
The ugly one has doubts.
They don't know me,
but they spit thirteen times.
I know exactly where I stand,
and I need you.
You're no better than me.
Dirty me up, don't neglect me.
You're no better than me;
I'm you.
Don't you love yourself?
You're no better than me.
If that's your game, destroy me!
Suckers, everything's in my mouth.
I'm the cause of it all.
Your venom is so sweet.
The fat bitch won't spit it out.
Your nails are filthy.
Your veneer is cracking.
Sometimes,
she wished she'd been herself.
Delights in exchange for sorrows.
She, who is faceless, won't reveal her age.
That look, so expertly hidden.
The raising of the souls, a full bodice...
Which body will I sell today?
I wouldn't dream of choosing,
but for them, the best thing would be
the bare skin of my doll; I would wear it so often.
So you can spit, destroy, steal, wreck me.
Underneath it1, I laugh so loudly that you might hear me.
Underneath it, I laugh so loudly that it might have been you.
I scream so loudly underneath it.
I laugh so loudly underneath it.
I live so strongly underneath it.
I pray so strongly underneath it.
I lie so strongly underneath it.
Underneath it, I laugh so loudly that you might hear me.
Underneath it, I scream so loudly that you might kill her.
She, who is faceless, won't reveal her age.
That look, so expertly hidden.
The raising of the souls, a full bodice...
Which body will I sell
today?
Not without remembering tomorrow.
I look at the blood on my hands -- what a beautiful landscape!
1. i.e., my skin