作词 : 公民魏禁
作曲 : Lil Xie
She’s not learning machine, which doesn't mean she is zombie’s model, ey.
On the contrary, her emotional life is filling up with lovers f*kings and weepings, ey.
She writes all the names she hurts on the tip until paper come to the lists end.
For the sake, she ever induced her abortion, bad idea, shit
Then I speculate, the back she ever fades isn’t huge state,
below standard millionaires, but you can still tell the way that she dresses,
her better fashion senses among whole great artist, one of Faeries,
Tell me how not to chase, tell me how not to chase
Vivienne Westwood, in middle of pursuit
Born in focusing, cold down Smith & Weston soon
Drown in confection till she got Hermes perfume.
She didn’t know the gift had already marked high value.
She has done some micro-correction quickly when she sets foot into patriarchal society,
No matter how she strived, her shallow medicine could never be better than me.
Her eyes get larger, be lure, like Siren, but the acquaintance I can no longer see.
Pouch indulged in 24-7 taught the truth: play beauty.
I’m the terminator, I’m not the Gandi, all her missions just forced me.
Call me, honey, disposable shawty, all you need to conquer is to trust me
Beasts escape from the cage only to get humans hypocrisy.
I waited for her to feed me. So tell me now, what’s your mean?
Vivienne Westwood, in middle of pursuit
Born in focusing, cold down Smith & Weston soon
Drown in confection till she got Hermes perfume.
She didn’t know the gift had already marked high value.
Last conversation no one’s answering back; your silence just hurt me back.
Your delicate face changes over time, more puzzles, I can’t point that.
Even if so close in the eyes, if her names mentioned on the time
It’s not perfect; I don't breathe what’s hid,
I loved the ghost inside