How'd you know I was looking at you If you weren't looking at me?
A stagnant pale perfume Conceived to block the pores The clotting glands encroach The endless comfort of a mom Deep inside my tanning salon Wishing life was poached
La la la la la la la La la la la la la la
I can't seem to differentiate Between the yellow love you give and the white sex I take I just want to fertilize you
The cracks finally appear Release cholesterol tears The flooded cyst drains itself of pus The lonely stomach chills unless it's drunk So as she drives she'll close her eyes Feel it warming up inside
Rotting from the inside Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love The self's coagulated
Egg
Oh an egg comes out of a chicken Oh a chick comes out of an egg
There's no place like home...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
