Shame rests in the hollow circles under all of our eyes. You stole the living air from me and payback is a bitter banshee. At the site of my grave performed
screaming kamasutra at the brothel we walk alone because we walk the line never should repeat a rattled message deprived us of the rights to exercise
Hey I am sure to fall this time around and I could look you in the eye but you never show your face something sticky in your ears turned to logic and
A stranger to you but I've known you forever you're my flesh and blood You gave me this life and made me hate you for it The distance in years but time
hey miscarriage i was hoping you'd catch my white knuckled wave but the umbilical bars of your seraphant cell they're all, "hey now what's that sound
Half a pack of cigarettes mostly broke or bent I think of cancer as I put one to my cracked lips that long to slake this poison lust Voices spin and
I was fast asleep dreaming I was rain I fell from the clouds to touch your frame But you just hid your face beneath your hands now Delirium is soothing
He drew a question from a curtain of flies, 'Are there colors in the dreams of the blind?' He knew the answer when you tore out his eyes, 'Does black
Imprisoned in perfume I smell her in my blanket when I'm sleeping Strange how they hurt you stinging memories they break your heart And it's gone so fast
Fucked on the gurney 'til you're black and blue, by beheaded banshees who cackle and coo. Who'd let a medic of blasphemous birth flavor his meat with
took half your face and both your eyes it left you nothing but paralyzed and mushroom clouds it left behind our city's crumbling but i don't mind the
The sweetest symptoms of stupidity are lies embed themselves in crevices behind your eyes Half awake you'd stagger twenty flights a night to hurl yourself
No pictures no prize no truth we couldn't talk about it No time for goodbye's all good baby's go to heaven Disgusted despised you see her sweet spirit
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