I am dead, yet I live
my dreams massproducing wreckage-based gifts
spitting, swallowing, see if I care
on my knees so prone to begging, my throat's a nightmare
so what's your problem?
Fucking start!
I'm a good kitty
I open up
Death, death - your cheeks blush, red eyes
Death, death, death, on your lips and on your thighs
I want you to hold me as I'm cumming
I don't want to think about shit, even if it's just for a second
You're so graceful and malevolent - just like my mother
I mastered faking innocence - just like your father
wet nurse, envious, invited intruder
glow stress, burning dress, saliva-phosphor cruiser
I got Doujin-master magic - celestial-style
teaching all the little sphinxes the pleasures of denial
Faint into nothing, so close to afterlife
tounge twister swansong, status: exorcized
so what we're solving is like math
Be a bad creature - fuck me apart
Apoligizing for the fact that I merely exist
outside it is raining blood, I'm stitching up my wrists
tearing out my gagball, the secrets I'd reveal
apologizing for all the ideas that I conceal
tearing out my locust wings, that's when I'll become
one massive fucking leech determined to suck out all the fun
beneath my pastel pyramid with my mortal remains
resides a toxin that floods souls rather than brains
Tentacles, tentacles - lost at sea by myself
Tentacles, Tentacles - I'm beyond feeling myself
Look who's finally found a way to feel somewhat happy
don't you dare diss my metamorphosis or I will call my daddy
to help me finance all my shit and get rid of my sorrows
No need to mention all my shit is stolen or borrowed
I want to express, not generate
Want to exhibit the weakness, towards which you gravitate
So whip me - oh - so cruely,I deserve to be strangled
fuck this body till it's blue and bleeding onto your ankles
cigarette burns and the traces of a scythe
self loving overflow - selfworth cirumcized
albino cameleon, it hit's so very hard
but it's the lyric that eventually helps us kickstart
kalaidoscopic eyes and prisms of voyeur
no matter if real or not, just assume that they're there
so you lead into the next live wearing a single glove
the sky is ours - death from above
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