Desperate, wistful conversation
Modifying open wounds
Candy coloured psychogenic
Apple flavoured psychopath
Fleeting jackels, sputtered cries
"Dare to dream," he wouldn't croon
Spotted moons and sickly skies
Baby needs some reddened palms
I caught him glimpsing; in my window,
someone left me ghasty notes
nasty, nasty state of ruin
Twisted wrists with carpet cleaner
Costly, sullied predilection
Eyes unopened, wrapped up in -
Velvet, velvet binding blinders
Fluttering above the bone
Immortalized by cataracts
Shirt is ripped in daunting patterns
Breath engrossed by aerosol
I squeal as insects gnaw my flesh
That's the kind of **** I loathe
Ungainly hands pressed to the dirt
I swear to death I caught this angel,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Deadinside//headunderwater...
I know what you want for Christmas:
'Big box, cards, no wrapping paper,
corporate schmucks with shiny knives.
Plastic stares and broken condoms,
Wednesday, thursday, calenders,
a makeup kit on advent blood.
DVD's propped in your casket'.
Ghosts don't have the right idea
Screaming into microphones
Better off to try your luck at -
Why don't we just take a minute?
Brief hold for the schizophrenic
"Cut my hair down to the scalp".
Don't stop 'til it makes you sick
I need this, need this, NEED THIS, *this
sleeves, glass and gingerale