I put it all on black, no color you're all dressed in And a stab in the back left you bleeding on the floor And I'm mourning the death, the recent passing of your insides I smile in regret every time I think of how I spoke to you
I put it all in back of my mind where I hold you I'm just trying to keep track how far back it really goes And I'm living in lack of the blood sent from the heavens I'm just trying to relax as the killer's waiting right outside my door
What's black and white? What's read all over? This tired book, this organ donor
Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree It hasn't rained in years I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears Leave it to me, I remain free from all the comforts of home And where that is, I'm pleased as piss to say, I'll never really know
I put them all in black, the four walls of my bedroom And I trimmed them in red, peeled your picture off the wall And I'm living in lack of the blood sent from your heartbeat That arrived in your neck every time I salivated over you
What's upside down? What's coated in silver? This crucifix is my four leaf clover
Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree It hasn't rained in years I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears Leave it to me, I remain free from all the comforts of home And where that is, I'm pleased as piss to say, I'll never really know
One of these days, it's gonna catch up to you Throwing looks like those around One of these nights, I promise to you I'll soon be sleeping sound As soon as I leave townTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
