Lyrics: Vivienne Rusałka
Music: Vivienne Rusałka/Max Paton
A fictitious illness sits
Deep within my throat
No matter how far I reach
It pushes itself down
I dig my nails in my arm
Every time I turn you on
If only I could ask
But I don't wanna know where you are
Am I still your little movie star?
Am I still your little movie star?
Am I still your little movie star?
I'll still ask
Am I still your little movie star?
Am I still your little movie star?
I feel so guilty
Watching myself decompose
Distorted parodies and phlegm
Keep dripping on the floor
I feel so guilty
Watching faux snuff films on loop
They'll be breaking down the door
They'll be breaking down the door
Turn my body inside out
And god you know I love it
When you're in my mouth
Toss and turn in my bed
Just hurt me hurt me
Crying whеn I fall to the floor
It's like sticking needles in my еye
I can feel a pain creeping up my side
Put my face to my knees
Every time you're needing me
I can't rot away anymore
And I feel sore
I can't rot away anymore
(Rot away)
And I feel so-
Am I still your little movie star?
(Rot away)
Am I still your little movie star?
Am I still your little movie star?
I watch you turn the camera on
The look on your face gives me the feeling
I can only describe as swallowing glass
(I watch you closely)
And you sure love looking at me
I felt that illness tickling my uvula again
As that feeling becomes unbearable
I reach down my throat
I stick my hand so far down
I can feel my knuckles graze the sides of my stomach
I reach further and further as you watch me
Clawing at my digestive tracks is still not enough
So I grab a knife and tear my stomach open
To my surprise there was nothing there and I scream
And you stand there staring at me
While I sit and stare back
I look down at my gray hands
And I ask for your help
And with my stomach hanging loose
I still feel your sickness
With my stomach hanging loose
I still gag at the sight
With my stomach hanging loose
I still digest your words
With my stomach hanging loose
Call me your good girl
With my stomach hanging loose
Get the **** away from me
Get the **** away from me
Touch yourself to me
Touch yourself to me
Touch yourself to me
(I watch you closely)