I blew my last five on a cheap fifth of vodka Gonna kill somethin' There ain't nothing gonna stop us tonight I know about confusion Lets start a riot
Turning the knife buried in your stomach I woke up alive black with stain Glistening and new, the sunsets coming Fingerpaintings of the insane Come
Dr. Suess is dead We await... life Dr. Suess is dead A cloud of flies obscure the sun A stone is dropped a dream undone ripples grow and ride the tide
I feel the wetness of her tongue that slides across my skin the viruses crawl over me and feel for some way in cassie loves to swallow this bleeding
Why do you love to lick my wounds? Why do you love to feel my pain? Why do you love to suck my life? Why do you look so motherfucking dead? ..Dead? Dead
If I took this cigarette and put it out on you... Would you love me? Her lips are red Her thighs are white her heart is dead
Across your face I see what you are You wanna kill the sun Blot out the stars I know you, you're nothing You're so small You're fucking nothing Nothing
The God machine is hungry for individualism and ripe brains the skull farmers do their rain dance and pray the machine falls to sleep she holds me close
A creature made of sunshine her eyes were like the sky Rabbit howls like something old As we twitch to a lullaby The scapel shines in god's sunshine
we wanna see some blood we need a new whore we don't give a fuck we just want more blood we want blood we want blood I'm gonna fuck the whole in Kennedy
hunter of tears, relative pain half of this world is dark with the stain the stain of unknowing the dead flower buds, on smiling lips is innocent blood
what color is death? the shade of an ice pick sinking into flesh sex-n-sex-n-sex-n-death I don't want you I want your flesh close my eyes and dream of
games in the courtyard I heard her screaming like a radio mary lou left marks on you she just screams at the walls the kite string pops I'm swallowed
Sedated and lazy Cold skies full of blue The sun burns forever It reminds me of you On your dead shore The sand is warm She hides her tears and quickly
i'm sorry that you've all gone soft advance apologies required now for pissing you off i'll deny all of this to your face quick claiming to be indie
I wait on the stairs for a break in my mind Let the balloons go outside Let the balloons go outside I wait on the stairs for my thoughts to align
a pro At the bottom of the pops so on with the show Don't stop, don't stop Don't stop, don't stop, Don't stop till you drop the bottom of the pops
Grappled by grappled by grappled by grappled by the epaulets these are the new rough dance steps the boys they lost the script in the club where