"White lips, pale face / Breathing in snowflakes / Burnt lungs, sour taste / Light's gone, day's end / Struggling to pay rent / Long nights, strange men / And they say / She's in the Class A Team / Stuck in her daydream... / But lately her face seems / Slowly sinking, wasting / Crumbling like pastries / And they scream / The worst things in life come free to us"