veins pumping ash and lungs circulating rust, it's hard to live when your hearts turned to dust. s.y.l.l.a.b.l.e.s. don't mean shit anymore wrip open my wounds and watch them bleed -running down my palm and dripping off the tips of my fingers kill the seed. play that sad sad song full of the sorrow that you loved me for, cut my loins with a butcher knife and i'll be your poetic whore. smash my head open as bluntly as you left me and run your fingers like rusty blades over the surface of my skin... draw those sticky grapes out all over again. Killing Every Limb that Loved You, tear out the suetchers and watch them fall -i'm crumbled at your feet, this taste of rotten meat and soiled sheets tastes so fine.
kiss me so that i may breath your smog because it's my heart that's clogged and i can't shit without you... won't you be my double caffine latte enema? let me splice you into obscene cinema, let me exploit your deepest sin oh but where to begin, and what sweet crackling images you make. i want to live in the skin you're in and slide about within. a uterus shake to accompany the easy bake oven fallopian cake. it tastes like cat food, but who ever said that was bad, i'm feeling friskie for sure and i think you're just the cure.
you're the nightmare in my dreams when nothing is ever what it seems you're the epitome of everything i'd hate to be, but would love to own.
i want to colour your sound i want to hear your picture and burn your water piss the liqour in your blood. spitting your snot just let us rot together and have bloody sex in the muddy waters beneath the surface under your sheets. turning your bed red i can't believe the things i've stated my dicks inflated with the promise of rolling around in your broken glass -let me eat the grass from your ass and puke it up in the front yard only to lap it up again like those feelings you transverse through words unrehearsed i know they were true because they came from you.
~Killing Every Limb that Loved You, i want to be the soup in your cloud.....
kiss me so that i may breath your smog because it's my heart that's clogged and i can't shit without you... won't you be my double caffine latte enema? let me splice you into obscene cinema, let me exploit your deepest sin oh but where to begin, and what sweet crackling images you make. i want to live in the skin you're in and slide about within. a uterus shake to accompany the easy bake oven fallopian cake. it tastes like cat food, but who ever said that was bad, i'm feeling friskie for sure and i think you're just the cure.
you're the nightmare in my dreams when nothing is ever what it seems you're the epitome of everything i'd hate to be, but would love to own.
i want to colour your sound i want to hear your picture and burn your water piss the liqour in your blood. spitting your snot just let us rot together and have bloody sex in the muddy waters beneath the surface under your sheets. turning your bed red i can't believe the things i've stated my dicks inflated with the promise of rolling around in your broken glass -let me eat the grass from your ass and puke it up in the front yard only to lap it up again like those feelings you transverse through words unrehearsed i know they were true because they came from you.
~Killing Every Limb that Loved You, i want to be the soup in your cloud.....