Famous Last Words – Pretty In Porcelain lyrics

[Verse 1]
I stand alone in the dark,
I feel glued cause I can’t move
My heart it pounds in my chest
Fast as he takes his first step into the room.

My stomach drops deeply!
His eager eyes they stare undressing me,
I’m nauseous so sickly,
Am I dead, am I dreaming?
Oppressive caressing,
Paralyzed, gotta wake up from this nightmare misery.

[Chorus]
But the nightmare’s not over, it’s only just begun,
As he starts to arrange me, does it all for fun?
(I’ll have you know)
I’m not a game you can play,a a fucking doll to manipulate.
His fingers feel like blades as they run up my thighs,
He paints my face, changes my dress, I’m ready for his night,
But not through my eyes, I’m stuck imprisoned and paralyzed.

[Verse 2]
Count to three open my eyes and see,
The world around me is still a nightmare,
I gotta wakeup from this dream.
What could it be this visions’s trying to tell me,
I can’t see it clearly, feel it try to break me.

[Bridge]
With his touch I feel the burn of a thousand suns,
I try to scream I try to move but I just can’t run.
He’s playing with me like a porcelain doll,
But there’s nothing I can do I just feel so small.
Makeup running down my face,
From the tears and the sweat I feel so disgraced.
As he dresses and undresses me I fear I may die,
Wake up, wake up, wake up!

[Chorus]
But the nightmare’s not over, it’s only just begun,
As he starts to arrange me, does it all for fun?
(I’ll have you know)
I’m not a game you can play,a a fucking doll to manipulate.
His fingers feel like blades as they run up my thighs,
He paints my face, changes my dress, I’m ready for his night,
But not through my eyes, I’m stuck imprisoned and paralyzed.

[Hook]
I’m stuck imprisoned and paralyzed,
I know to you that I just seem like an inanimate being,
Deep down inside I am alive and you are torturing me!
The suffering you’ve inflicted,
You’re addicted, cause you’re head’s sick
Actions wicked, sick and twisted
Scars will heal but I’ll still feel it!

[Chorus]
But the nightmare’s not over, it’s only just begun,
As he starts to arrange me, does it all for fun?
(I’ll have you know)
I’m not a game you can play,a a fucking doll to manipulate.
His fingers feel like blades as they run up my thighs,
He paints my face, changes my dress, I’m ready for his night,
But not through my eyes, I’m stuck imprisoned and paralyzed.