I'm sick with worry just knowing. When you step outside you won't be safe now. I'm sick with worry just knowing. When you step outside you won't be safe.
Soft domination, hold me. Rule me captive, drain me empty. And I need you to know me. So no one else owns me. . My instincts are extinct. Spit is sour and I'm pissed dry.
You draw me in disguise. And paint me paralyzed, it's true. You trace me as you see. The darkest color, deepest blue. I'm heavy in this chair. Sharp corners frame my back.
I'll make you sorry. I'll make you sorry. . Am I losing faith in my own anger?. I forgot to punch my tab on my own. You dropped my sin, this blue bullet hit me hard.
When you rust red like blood I wonder. Whose house is this? A spell I'm under. Who's wrapped in bed and sweetty sleeping?. I carve my name into the ceiling.
A sin to some, accident's dying. The desperate need to have it all. Body snatchers, death for dining. A floating house, mouth full of bones. . It's the end of my bloodline.
I am growing old, I'm drunk in your home. Gather your fears because I'm done. I am growing old, too drunk in your home. There is no complex to complexity.
I medicate myself. Suspect that idols lie to me. I medicate myself. So that the world can lie to me. . Words made out of dirt. Words made out of dirt.
Tell the great Unknown. You refuse, you drive alone. And take yourself home. Get high and quiet. . Ask me. Play for me. That song that you wrote. Histerically loud.
I need to tell you you're not wrong. Don't throw your body on the bomb. Your face a visage, it still hurts. Your gifts in flames while I watch them burn.
I need to tell you you're not wrong. Don't throw your body on the bomb. Your face a visage, it still hurts. Your gifts in flames while I watch them burn.
All the men before me swollen with sin. Scrape the earth nude and clean. Ground to till, air to breathe. With missteps for no one. . When we drew this, our best plan.
I flirt with Brancusi's gesture. I'm a bird in space. As his ghost escorts me to a magic place. I'm dressed all in colours, neither white nor black. Ask the begged question, need I come back.
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Born burnt inside a black mass. A fraction less than others. A select sickness keep me hid. Ravaged by others. What craft, obsession brought me down. What men see pleasing.
I'm still home when the telephone rings. I'm impartial and a martyr. It's quite clear wearing all of my rings. I'm less than feed or fodder. . If you want I'll do it.
everyone has the music they love. like a showgirl in a fugue of childbirth. the matron's orders to the back of the room. i've seen him all sewn to the floor.
Even when it's poison. I'll fix you and have my fill. With poison so heavily swilled. And a hand full of hate. Sinners lose lock the gate. from your wrist now you lose.
I will be there Saturday night. Sucking up the trails of white light. I haunt you. Miss you like a snake in the grass. Four sore winters have passed. I'll haunt you.
I dressed up the horses, set them loose. Sunk the needle deep and took in every drop. A violent path and inch in time. And ever my device the anchor drops.