Two steps of myself following you blindly Set my faith on fire but the real (arson) was bad timing Walking through walls never so uninteresting You make magic when you put the suicide in sexy IV upon Im finally walking on my own Mama was a Papa was a rolling kidney stone Send me with enough thread to keep my wounds closed Here Lies the Truth was tattooed on the The wounds tore, leaking out of its newborn scorn perfume performs plastic poetry on my human form Warm bacteria in the dark, flash cooks the psyche All Mikey ever was Oliver Hart (all of her heart) Ill go for a short walk in the run the spores spread to the lungs Its all to the tongue Failed to accept it all to pass me slow, fuck me fast Youre still my friend off the mask
When I heard Ive got this little medicine enough to blind the sun, it makes my itches interesting Im a slave, a story, but your bravery is boring Lick lips, point em at my heart, and cut it open for me
If this was heaven it have a better backstage The director pressuring me to act my age shes right If I could squeeze a bit of life out of this empty In the book of love Ill push and shove my way Through this rainy day, changes in my made the chains decay My prescription angel, come and take my away Play guitar, try to sing out my cough Found a treasure chest of pleasure, marks the spot in the screws tighter, clip the loose wires I was inspired til my muse told me shes too tired I had to come and the label, didnt read the warning running, running, running, running, running can be for me
When I Ive got this perfect little medicine Bright enough to blind the sun, it my itches interesting Im a slave, youre a story, but your is boring Lick lips, point em at my heart, and cut it open for me