She reminds me of the one in school when I was cutting she was dressed in white and I couldn't take my eyes off her but that's not what I took off that
They call her bulldozer speech demon without distractions of hope, She makes the depression business Look surprisingly novel And she's not just royal
6 AM Christmas morning No shadows, No reflections here Lying cheek to cheek in your cold embrace So soft and so tragic as a slaughterhouse You press
You have eyes that Lead me on and a Body that shows me Death Your Lips look like they were made For something else but They just Suck my Breath I Want
The fruit is speechless before our sorceries the party has just begun Timelapse and dancing and rotting in place, and we have reached the high end of
This is the film, close to the third act and the misery It's not rain, you rapist werewolves It's God pissing down on you We'll die alone Cause I'll break
I'm just like Rolling a stone up a Hill in Hades If you want to Lie with me You're going to be a Liar Hell-Flavored, I've got mood poisoning You must
Hey there's no Rules today You Steal instead of Borrow You Take all the Shapes that I make And you Think that you Thought all the Thoughts that I Thought
"Ladies and Gentlemen" We are the thing of shapes to come Your freedom's not free and dumb This Depression is Great The Deformation Age, they know
The bullet: "I've got a crush on a pretty pistol should I tell her that I feel this way? Father told us to be faithful I've got a crush on a pretty pistol
Sometimes I feel I've got to Run away I've got to Get away From the pain that you drive into the heart of me The love we share Seems to go nowhere I've
Nothing suffocates you more than the passing of everyday human events Isolation is the oxygen mask you make your children breath into survive But I
And I'm a black rainbow and I'm an ape of god I got a face that's made for doing violence upon I'm a teen distortion survived abortion a rebel from the
The drugs they say make us feel so hollow We love in vain narcissistic and so shallow The cops and queers to swim you have to swallow Hate today, no
Everything has been said before There's nothing left to say anymore When it's all the same You can ask for it by name Babble babble bitch bitch Rebel
On we plow The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest Try to tell me, tell me he's the best But I don't really give a good goddamn cause I
She's made of hair and bone and little teeth and things I cannot speak she comes on like a crippled plaything spine is just a string I wrapped our
Goddamn your righteous hand I eat innocent meat The housewife I will beat The prolife I will kill What you don't do I will I bash myself to sleep