European Oils

I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells I could take
And I, I brought bells to the wake
And you, you didn't mind
Shedding your beautiful European blood
As I scream death to the murderers we've loved all our lives

I was good with names, I had a way with faces
And I was a dominant theme in a number of places
And you, you didn't mind
Mixing your beautiful European oils
For a still life, oh Candace, we should have run for our lives

Mamet wore his sister's slaughter
And getting it on with the hangman's daughter
She needs release, she needs to be at peace
With her father, the fucking maniac

I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells I could take
And I, I brought bells to the wake
And you, you didn't mind
Shedding your beautiful European blood
As I scream death to the murderers we've loved all our lives

Desperate times call for desperate measures
I wanted you, I wanted these treasures too