[00:00.000] 作词 : Vivienne Rusałka
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Vivienne Rusałka/Max Paton
[00:32.255]A fictitious illness sits
[00:35.457]Deep within my throat
[00:38.403]No matter how far I reach
[00:41.349]It pushes itself down
[00:44.632]I dig my nails in my arm
[00:47.647]Every time I turn you on
[00:50.691]If only I could ask
[00:53.112]But I don't wanna know where you are
[00:56.555]Am I still your little movie star?
[01:02.791]Am I still your little movie star?
[01:09.007]Am I still your little movie star?
[01:13.761]I'll still ask
[01:15.229]Am I still your little movie star?
[01:18.289]Am I still your little movie star?
[01:24.969]I feel so guilty
[01:27.390]Watching myself decompose
[01:31.063]Distorted parodies and phlegm
[01:34.077]Keep dripping on the floor
[01:37.083]I feel so guilty
[01:39.379]Watching faux snuff films on loop
[01:42.865]They'll be breaking down the door
[01:45.705]They'll be breaking down the door
[01:49.057]Turn my body inside out
[01:51.321]And god you know I love it
[01:52.461]When you're in my mouth
[01:54.718]Toss and turn in my bed
[01:56.194]Just hurt me hurt me
[01:58.030]Crying whеn I fall to the floor
[02:00.625]It's like sticking needles in my еye
[02:03.360]I can feel a pain creeping up my side
[02:06.713]Put my face to my knees
[02:09.328]Every time you're needing me
[02:17.848]I can't rot away anymore
[02:25.848]And I feel sore
[02:27.627]I can't rot away anymore
[02:32.686](Rot away)
[02:35.496]And I feel so-
[02:40.702]Am I still your little movie star?
[02:44.032](Rot away)
[02:46.438]Am I still your little movie star?
[02:52.085]Am I still your little movie star?
[03:14.919]I watch you turn the camera on
[03:19.006]The look on your face gives me the feeling
[03:20.985]I can only describe as swallowing glass
[03:24.478](I watch you closely)
[03:24.959]And you sure love looking at me
[03:30.964]I felt that illness tickling my uvula again
[03:36.569]As that feeling becomes unbearable
[03:40.222]I reach down my throat
[03:42.170]I stick my hand so far down
[03:43.626]I can feel my knuckles graze the sides of my stomach
[03:46.520]I reach further and further as you watch me
[03:49.807]Clawing at my digestive tracks is still not enough
[03:53.810]So I grab a knife and tear my stomach open
[03:58.145]To my surprise there was nothing there and I scream
[04:02.365]And you stand there staring at me
[04:04.403]While I sit and stare back
[04:06.585]I look down at my gray hands
[04:08.700]And I ask for your help
[04:10.860]And with my stomach hanging loose
[04:12.651]I still feel your sickness
[04:15.035]With my stomach hanging loose
[04:16.871]I still gag at the sight
[04:19.157]With my stomach hanging loose
[04:21.008]I still digest your words
[04:23.371]With my stomach hanging loose
[04:25.291]Call me your good girl
[04:27.654]With my stomach hanging loose
[04:29.631]Get the **** away from me
[04:33.133]Get the **** away from me
[04:43.786]Touch yourself to me
[04:52.171]Touch yourself to me
[05:00.588]Touch yourself to me
[05:20.897](I watch you closely)

作词 : Vivienne Rusałka
作曲 : 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)