I can't really tell
It should be easy, passing
And yet
It's like walking through mud
Mold plaguing the fridge, blood under the teeth
Corpse in the hometown, need to get out the city
If I died in the snow, would you feel chilly?
When your skin tears I queeze, its like we're Siamese
Lacking awareness, she's being cuddled by a corpse
The downward curve of your breast to stomach while you're on the floor
A placid pale visage shot on super eight
16mm on your ribcage to accentuate your waist
The soul is in the eyes but yours produced no light
Her skin glows a luscious pale, there's a full moon tonight
There's a fridge full of whores, my head fell on the floor
Roll of film tinted red of beauty adjourned
A weird habit that occurs while walking down a hallway
Eyes glued to walking feet for what could be afar
A girl of whom looks prettiest on Sunday's
Nice suit, business card, she's gonna be a star
The feeling of skin recently wet
Her smile looks kind in the rain but you sense forms of regret
The bath's tinted pink, do you think that he wept?
There's nine circles in hell, lets cut our wrists and roulette
The soul is in the eyes but yours produced no light
Her skin glows a luscious pale, there's a full moon tonight
There's a fridge full of whores, my head fell on the floor
Roll of film tinted red of beauty adjourned
Vomit inside the stall from a blonde who has it all
Teeth bleeding from a silver spoon, yet you find yourself enthralled
When she talks, she bleeds, her mouth shut less it's for sale
Could the cure for gluttony be a mouth full of staples?
Why is the lamb silent? I wish she would call me
Her legs are turning yellow, exposition, atrophy
Awake into a dream, a shouting motion but a silent scream
Triangles, encasing eyes, surrounding me, what could it mean?
The soul is in the eyes but yours produced no light
Her skin glows a luscious pale, there's a full moon tonight
There's a fridge full of whores, my head fell on the floor
Roll of film tinted red of beauty adjourned
I can't really tell
It should be easy, passing
And yet
It's like walking through mud
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