The ringing of absence overpowers every song Stab my ears with toothpicks to unhear The prima ballerina twirls into my unknown Wearing ragged camouflage To ring in new year I unbelong In the house i burned frankincense Didn't sing a single tune All the sweet traditionals tied up with rope in a moldy back room I swallow my way through dinner Fished from the poisoned well I feed myself from it daily I know exactly what's rotting in there You would think either you're alive or you're not And you can't just pick a side and feed the doubts to the dogs I've been crying myself a beautiful fog There are mites in my beehive and they've taken all i got
I've always been a scab picking, finger licking Pocket slicing, nickel dropping, floor crawling Ear to the ground kind of girl I scrutinize the body, it keeps getting caught up in Love and worship, fishnet, harness, pyramid schemes I am building it a tomb out of tv ads and doom You may seal it with a little spit and a smile I can offer you a spot where my pillow's drenched in snot Just let me scoot over a little to the side Wish i was a lock-picking, finger sticking Socket touching, core fucking, years lost to death And then found kind of girl I monetize the wreck, from the toes up to the neck I am barely moving, yet somehow still a blur
You would think either you're alive or you're not And you can't just pick a side and feed the doubts to the dogs I've been crying myself a beautiful fog There are mites in the beehive and they've taken all i gotTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
