Picking Scabs
Mélancolia
3:37she spoke of paradise, while sinning in the heavens oh my heart is a hearse [let it die] what a waste she writes her name in the dirt picking roses with her teeth until her tongue starts to hurt what a waste she traced a cross on her wrist she stood there aghast with pins in her flesh she spoke of paradise while sinning in the heavens but I see nothing worth the spit upon the soil physco, suffer lovesick until the vomit tastes of bliss humidity stretches under the frail flesh she’s running out of bones to pick no flowers, no funeral REST IN PISS she keeps her suffering well fed I count the sins on her neck she traced a cross on her wrist and carved my name in her chest psycho suffer psycho suffer with me oh my heart is a hearse [let it die] she spoke of paradise, while sinning in the heavens but I see nothing worth the spit upon the soil