Wine runs down my chin like the blood of melted film

Inebriation looks so lovely in negatives, don't you know?

I'm addicted to my muse, who just so happens to be me

Doesn't my skin look delicious in the dark room?

----------------------------------------------------------------

Exposés streaked with bullets

Gunfire and bright lights

And roses and valentines

(Screaming with bloodstains)

----------------------------------------------------------------

Shutter box your purple-stained irises

Flash you back to the white washed face

Of the clown with bruised eyelids

Another pretentious pose, darling, (pout those lips)

Oh, the camera loves you and the cameraman does too.

----------------------------------------------------------------

Celluloid and cigarettes smeared with blue mascara

I think I deserve a cenotaph for all my whorish genius

Lipstick is smeared across my wineglass and my lens

Doesn't my skin look delicious in the dark room?

----------------------------------------------------------------

Exposés streaked with bullets

Gunfire and bright lights

And roses and valentines

(Screaming with bloodstains)

----------------------------------------------------------------

Shutter box your purple-stained irises

Flash you back to the white washed face

Of the clown with bruised eyelids

Another pretentious pose, darling, (pout those lips)

Oh, the camera loves you and the cameraman does too

----------------------------------------------------------------

Exposés streaked with bullets

Gunfire and bright lights

And roses and valentines

Screaming with bloodstains

Screaming with bloodstains

Screaming…

----------------------------------------------------------------

I'm addicted to my muse and cigarettes and celluloid

And wine in wineglasses like lens of kaleidoscopes

Be my valentine and my cenotaph to whores

Oh, the camera loves you and the cameraman does too.