Vanity suite, part b (divine, starving and sleepless)

Oh vanity it grips not by the hands but by the lips
Oh I hate the way it feels, but I love the way it tastes
You'll never be replaced. You'll never be replaced.

Oh tragedy exists, hidden deep within each kiss
How I love the feels, but I hate the way it tastes
You'll never be replaced. You'll never be replaced.

I know it's just a waste, my mind cannot erase
I know it's just a waste, my mind cannot erase
I know it's just a waste, my mind cannot erase
That smile that pretty face, that smile that pretty face

You'll never be replaced. You'll never be replaced.
You'll never be replaced. You'll never be replaced.
You will never be replaced