got u somethingin pieces for yougot u something
i lose a little skin incisions are practical threads keep me in the best of me dies as it hits the floor scatterring the flies becomes a chore dont doubt these alcolades, its a precision on my part
an incission in my chest is a vision torn from your heart im bare teeth screaming twitching upper lip my love for you is teeming infections i can grip i want you to have me pieces you can keep parts that i remove heartaches that i reap
we aretear up these lill kisses with a nashing set of teeth my toungue sliced in passing talks, drink up all that greef force through this tender skin a moment id thought lost a sherbert monologue coats frosty inbred thoughtswe are
you swear you love the sunsets but i dont think you do a passing human feeling that hasnt much to prove you act like we cant change and i dont think you can a walking nightmare wakes in a dormant set of hands
rapture for the raped and a salute to send off the dead a five gun salute for us that starts off where they end lift eyes to terror levels, blink o
prettier deadyour'e gonna be pretty when i die when i'm gone and you start this dance a maggot eating the shimmer in my eye another boy will have his chance youll get what i cant give you really wouldnt want the dead to live youre gonna be pretty when i die or i'll eat your heart right nowprettier dead
i was never the apple of your eye and now i'm gorgeous in dirt a death rattle that sounded like i cried the truth is i cant be hurt not since i lost your love and trust my senses all died as my heart turned to dust youre gonna be pretty when i die
or i'll eat your heart rig
lie-bationyou lied and i think you did it with a look in your eyelie-bation
scars cover up tragedies that tried for you and died fingertips were calloused while eyes were drained dry (eyes were drained dry) consequence was sleeping that day away while i was the hatchet man who was led astray it devoured the lies you told today (it devoured the lies you told today)
pick apart and make me your own im yours to brutalize, take me home mangle me tangle me murder me alone
i need the help, make me atone
if its skin you want you can have all of mine start by ripping out whats l
turn that hair-dont into a hair-do
hope to hear from you!
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„Ich mag das so, dass du schweigst, wenn du weißt, dass es an der Zeit ist“.
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