Lithia (Feat. Moodring)

spit around the lisp and till you slip the tongue

open up the wrist st-t-t stitch it up

spit around the lisp and till you slip the tongue

open up the wrist st-t-t stitch it up


break bread [break bread]

heretic! [hypocrite]

its all spoiled flesh until the needle slips

define heaven until it’s sin

or it’s ignorance is bliss


nail

myself

to the cross


when I count the stars

I cant see the light


martyr, spit out

[waste]


wasting and wasting

reduced until it’s nothing

a splinter a sickness

a nausea i’ve come to call my own


schizophrenic or synthetic? i’m apathetic

schizophrenic or synthetic? i’m a-a-a-a

[until we’re out]


too late I’m out of time

place the coins on my eyes

no point in getting close

cause I’m already empty

I let them pick me clean

carve myself from your body

left lying on the floor again

I guess it sums it up

always the same sick fuck

eat away what surrounds me again


paint me chrome and cold

let me sell my soul

paint me chrome and cold

let me sell my soul

[let me sell my soul]


when I count the stars

i cant see the light


martyr, spit out


this is misery illustrated in flesh

sealed with a bullet and a kiss

god bless this mess


paint me chrome and cold

let me sell my soul