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Life's Kisses
taking back nothing, full of everything
life is full of something but i could never tell
what layer of earth i would be buried in
as my bones lay down, last kiss goodnight
this is simply a cold version of hell
such a joke that the burning witch would spin
~
gold hope cuddles itself while silver spins it's lips
dirty sailor watching the hips slip down
his date for the night, beauty, with a frown
bedsheets, and a crown, pearl laced liquor for her open hands
open something else, slight shiver on the wind
with an empty bag of sin lose yourself on ships
down into the damp quilt of stolen epochs
making time seek itself amongst the drenched men.
Lies with the bottle, a message in the can
spike through the life of all dreams, where heaven should lie.
~
Quench your thirst in the puddles of the brides nether
Never thought she would say yes, but speech is coming slow
Like apes crawl to be, arms longer than a sermon
Bottle of morals on the side, two glasses ready
To fill your life with blood red ichor
Just like that her bone starts to snap, killing her with silence
Muffle the scream with a kiss, muffle the kiss with a moan
Sniffing her drug, flowing through you like acid on the brain.
life is full of something but i could never tell
what layer of earth i would be buried in
as my bones lay down, last kiss goodnight
this is simply a cold version of hell
such a joke that the burning witch would spin
~
gold hope cuddles itself while silver spins it's lips
dirty sailor watching the hips slip down
his date for the night, beauty, with a frown
bedsheets, and a crown, pearl laced liquor for her open hands
open something else, slight shiver on the wind
with an empty bag of sin lose yourself on ships
down into the damp quilt of stolen epochs
making time seek itself amongst the drenched men.
Lies with the bottle, a message in the can
spike through the life of all dreams, where heaven should lie.
~
Quench your thirst in the puddles of the brides nether
Never thought she would say yes, but speech is coming slow
Like apes crawl to be, arms longer than a sermon
Bottle of morals on the side, two glasses ready
To fill your life with blood red ichor
Just like that her bone starts to snap, killing her with silence
Muffle the scream with a kiss, muffle the kiss with a moan
Sniffing her drug, flowing through you like acid on the brain.
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