Louis Vuitton Body Bag — Jeffree Star

Stab you with scissors and let's hold hands. Blew out my birthday candles-wishes you were dead. Slice you to ribbons, lay next to me. Let's give each other lobotomies.

Slit your throat & zip you up. I won't fuck up your pretty makeup. Tell your friends, try not to brag. You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag.

Body Bag

Body Bag

Body Bag

Body Bag

To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves. To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves.

Pretend I love you for another year. Starve myself so I'll fucking disappear. Your red-dipped fingers look like strawberries. But these gashes look like self-injuries.

Slit your throat & zip you up. I won't fuck up your pretty makeup. Tell your friends, try not to brag. You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag.

Body Bag

Body Bag

Body Bag

Body Bag

Depression, my new obsession, home sweet home. Self-mutilation is like a sick art show. Depression, my new obsession, home sweet home. Self-mutilation, like a sick art show. Depression, my new obsession, home sweet home. Self-mutilation, like a sick art show.

Slit your throat & zip you up. I won't fuck up your pretty makeup. Tell your friends, try not to brag. To be ourselves, we must destroy ourselves. You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag.[x4]

I love you too.