In fiscal flight from the ravenous cavemous orifice asphyxiated form Washed in wolves blood sterile and pantomimed parting in parts the trial of the
Winters like a plague I fill the emptiness inside with broken glass Johnny's got his gun and mamma's still cleaning up the blood he's laying in It's
If this is your jihad then I am maud 'dib If caution cuts your cord I'll sever everything Cause I can't stand hanging out pretending I'm okay Regretting
Make a wish upon your middle finger wasting your affections on another dark haired girl with skin so pale its translucence pulls you in and chokes you
If I made a suit From human flesh To hide all my little flaws Then could you Stand on the side of me Cause when they threw me out of Heaven They forgot
So I spilled out my guts to look past my regrets And I sang to the heavens as I bled from my neck I said thanks for your patience god and all your
I sat on your step holding my head It's all so clear to me now, I'm better off dead. I stared at your son, screaming for help I know how it feels now
This will be the farewell I could never speak The things I long to tell you when we're lying cheek to cheek You're oh so certain, simple self-assured
Something soulless told you it hates you They wear the sheepskins, but you are the monster Breathing men would kill Lucy don't go hold me haunt me tinctures
fear in a frame? or the picture of a girl? with a gorgonesque stare her scale covered hair has got a snake in every curl. with her forked tongue and those
Blood on the windshield mystic mosaic Surreal you're your ribcage menagerie Listen to lips that lull you to sleep beside A living nightmare In front
They were carving caskets out of baby cribs today When they sized me up I failed to make the grade When they stole my sister I was underneath the bed
Shoot to kill, she wrapped her legs around my face stripped down she she went down and that's all. And where is art? It's in the tears of the retarded
The last thing I wanna do right now is read your stupid poetry Why can't you just tell me what you really wanna say? You'd clear your conscience with
I'm turning a deaf ear toyour bloody ministries Save it for the afterlife honey Cause everybody knows the more we nurture our perversions, the more
A song to soothe you son of mine Your broken bones heal in due time Another day in silence suffer such a bitter pill We're the sons and daughers daddy
I'm poking jigsaw vein with a rusty syringe. Like a pinch on the arm, baby, keep it surreal. Stand beneath the Eiffel Tower, freedom kiss on the mouth
allergenic to your atmosphere a tidal wave of frozen fear careening down to blanket all serenade our town is only a mass grave not even the church