Her throat is soft her lips are red her thighs are white her
heart is dead jezabell red rope burns around her wrists her
blood is cold a serpent's kiss do you need love whore? I like
to hear you beg she's crouched down in the corner with her
hands between her legs jezabell broken glass and dirty need-
les, soul erosion truth electric god our superman found dead
in a telephone booth shards of teeth ice pick abortions orgas-
mic death, so warm let's die screamin' black goat semen I
can't hear you whisper 'conform' hearts will stop and brain
cells pop apocalyptic sunshine high she screams bloody murder
as they chop off her fingers so this is how it feels to die
but it's o.k. she was screamin' bout conspiracy talkin' bout
takin' sides I was masturbating just contemplating the cold
love of suicide, hearts will stop and brain cells pop apoca-
lyptic sunshine high she screams bloody murder as they chop
off her fingers so this is how it feels to die |
