Éffleurer I can't handle
I want to be burned by your sun
I want to decompose your chemicals
Tu es ma joie de vivre.

keeping myself in handcuffs
digesting powders off the coffee table for intentions of acension
there's new lenses covering my eyes now
it's not bright in my prison she knows I'm just high now
I shouldn't have to question my existence
mother raised me a prophet
I'm disobeying my doctor
ive been stripping peoples affection from my life
you're supposed to get me high why the **** do I want to die now?
my soul is dripping down the drain, my bones are building their own coffins
I'll keep chasing rabbits, whole face in the faucet

to cover your insides in chrome
to paw and kneed to bed onto your heart
to bite you with ambitions I have for you
and pull your hair cause your better than that
I can burn your skin with kisses so your character shows through
and slam you on your bed because you can shake my soul

any pain in my body is so much more bearable when it comes from you

you're spoiled with knowledge
the god of any reality you choose
**** with deaths emotions and he'll leave you alone