Veiet og funnet for tung.

Imagine a pageant
In my head the flesh seems thicker
Sandpaper tears corrode the filth

And I need you now somehow
And I need you now somehow

Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you

And you're my obsession
I love you to the bones.


I eat too much to live and not enough to stay alive. I'm just sitting in the middle, waiting."


Days since I last pissed

Cheeks sunken and despaired

So gorgeous sunk to six stone

Lose my only remaining home

See my third rib appear

A week later all my flesh disappear

Stretching taut, cling-film on bone

I'm getting better

Karen says I've reached my target weight

Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake

Problem is diet's not a big enough word

I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view

I want to walk in the snow

And not leave a footprint

I want to walk in the snow

And not soil its purity

Stomach collapsed at five

Lift up my skirt my sex is gone

Naked and lovely and 5st. 2

May I bud and never flower

My vision's getting blurred

But I can see my ribs and I feel fine

My hands are trembling stalks

And I can feel my breasts are sinking

Mother tries to choke me with roast beef

And sits savouring her sole Ryvitta

That's the way you're built my father said

But I can change, my cocoon shedding

I want to walk in the snow

And not leave a footprint

I want to walk in the snow

And not soil its purity

Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat

All things I like looking at

Too weak to fuss, too weak to die

Choice is skeletal in everybody's life

I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy

Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires

Legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy

And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me

Self-worth scatters, self esteem's a bore

I long since moved to a higher plateau

This discipline's so rare so please applaud

Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so

Yeah 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth

Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse

I've finally come to understand life

Through staring blankly at my navel.

As I was walking through a life one morning
the sun was out, the air was warm, but
Oh, I was cold
And though I must have looked half a person,
to tell the tale, in my own version,
It was only then that I felt whole

Fighting for the smallest goal: to gain a little self-control
Won't anybody here just let you disappear?
Not doctors, nor your mom and dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Know how hard you try. Don't you see it in my eyes?
Sick to death of my dependence, fighting food to find transcendence
Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive
Cigarettes and speed for livin', and sleeping pills to feel forgiven
All that you contrive, and all that you're deprived
All the bourgeois social angels telling you you've got to change
Don't have any idea. They'll never see so clear.
But don't forget what it really means to hunger strike
when you don't really need to
Some are dying for a cause, but that don't make it yours.

And even the nights, they could get better.

Cut me into pieces.