Avon Addict

The new era of artist smiling wide with their skin as their own canvas
The world is your catwalk
So peer into the flash and sell yourself again
The inside have rusted a withering heart with a mind in a crisis
Dreading the day an empty bottle of Valium lies beside the carpet
A young and beautiful cadaver she'll land on all front pages
Her face remembered everything else forgotten
Let's all hope your mortician is swift with his brushes
Buy your beauty, sell your soul