Juicy Couture TECHNA (Ft. ​horrormovies)

[Intro]
Ragnarok can drink? But he doesn't have a mouth, does he?
Sure I do, wanna see? (Wanna see?)
I'm crying and I don't even know, but I can't figure it out
(Technicality)

[Chorus: TECHNA]
Let's go to the mall, fuck, I want it all
Designer jeans, can you fuck me like a porn star?
Throwing up, my lungs, make me skinny like a doll
I need a nose job, cut me with your biggest saw
I wanna die today
Buried in Juicy Couture, ravage from my skin
Sew me up in Dior
Let's go out tonight
Slit my wrists at the mall
Let's go out tonight
Slit my wrists at the mall

[Verse 1: TECHNA]
Let's go out tonight, s-slit my wrists at the mall
Codeine in my cup, you can watch my body fucking fall
I'm off a couple tabs, I can't even stand tall
P-Posted on your bed, play me like a voodoo doll
Cut my wrists, forever bliss, fuck me like this
Gimme a kiss
Mwah!
You're so disobedient, but your veins are so gorgeous
Water your naughty flower, come on, baby, flourish
Let me drink your blood, I'll fill you right back up
If I'm seizing on the ground
Please, don't fucking lift me up
If you really love me
Die with me, be my corpse bride, I've been high before
But with you, yeah, I sit on cloud nine
Promise if they pick on me, you'll always stay by my side
I make scary tunes with pretty ah to keep me alive
Kill myself on live tonight
Taste my tongue and gauge my eyes
Pin me up and slash my thighs
Make my corpse a scary sight