she spoke of paradise, while sinning in the heavens
oh my heart is a hearse
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
she spoke of paradise, while sinning in the heavens
but I see nothing worth the spit upon the soil
