Hands in the flesh
Heart in the mouth
The most Painful
is torn into a reel
for you.
Blood on the walls
Sleeping while you
cry from your teeth
colliding non sense.
Vibration into skin
rest is now over
murdered by thousand
drops of death.
Blackout best friend
forgiveness for a
Life.
It is your fault.
jeudi 17 février 2011
jeudi 6 janvier 2011
See i ain't right. I been crushing.
I can't see anymore.
I can't feel anymore.
It feets me well.
I can feel again.
I can feel again.
I've been used to cold fleshes,
i've been runnin into iced bones.
This suited me well.
That suited me well.
Since you planted your sweet tommy scar in my brain
since you planted your fuckin collarbones in my breast
I don't wanna feel anything more
I don't wanna feel anything anymore.
I'd like to tell y'all bitterness doesn't taste anymore
crocodiles ain't goin nowhere
my feet on the floor just to make you die
i been followin you
i will follow every inch of you
whatever's your name
i'm going mad for you behaviour
i ain't goint nowhere
my tooth are forming a circle
on the floor
a circle
he dies
he dies
he's not old
he's not sure
he dies
he dies
he dies
He ain't goint nowhere anymore, his skin overlapping the slippery horizon
(...)
She's pretty
She does
she does
take a bow.
She's pretty and useless, his skullhead screwing up her yellow hair, put him on the pedestal
screw you up on the floor
she doesnt want to see its useless
anyway she is
(...)
i can still smell grass on your hair
falling on ice.
(...)
cut
your eyes
i see it your eyes
your eyes
cut
your veins
follow
blue edge.
I can't see anymore.
I can't feel anymore.
It feets me well.
I can feel again.
I can feel again.
I've been used to cold fleshes,
i've been runnin into iced bones.
This suited me well.
That suited me well.
Since you planted your sweet tommy scar in my brain
since you planted your fuckin collarbones in my breast
I don't wanna feel anything more
I don't wanna feel anything anymore.
I'd like to tell y'all bitterness doesn't taste anymore
crocodiles ain't goin nowhere
my feet on the floor just to make you die
i been followin you
i will follow every inch of you
whatever's your name
i'm going mad for you behaviour
i ain't goint nowhere
my tooth are forming a circle
on the floor
a circle
he dies
he dies
he's not old
he's not sure
he dies
he dies
he dies
He ain't goint nowhere anymore, his skin overlapping the slippery horizon
(...)
She's pretty
She does
she does
take a bow.
She's pretty and useless, his skullhead screwing up her yellow hair, put him on the pedestal
screw you up on the floor
she doesnt want to see its useless
anyway she is
(...)
i can still smell grass on your hair
falling on ice.
(...)
cut
your eyes
i see it your eyes
your eyes
cut
your veins
follow
blue edge.
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