Lyrics
She knows of your rituals, your unspoken truths
She knows not to ask where you go to
Carved in the sickness, an everlasting bruise
Kiss the skin that your mother gave you
She glides through Aquarius to whispers and sneers
I watch as she leaps over the moon
Well, send me a postcard from wherever you've been
The many worlds inside her bedroom
When the other sits
On her shoulder, the venom spits
Watch out or you'll take the hit
Stop passing it on, stop playing along
I'm coming for it
Stop passing it on, stop playing along
I'm coming for it
You say one more word about her
And I'll batter you all
Well, I'll leave your teeth embedded in that wall
Now go on, on with you
Found her in the wildflowers covered in blood
She asks me, oh, what to do
For all of the colours have bled into one I say
They paint the becoming of you I say they paint the
Becoming of you but when the other sits on her shoulder
The venom spits
Watch out
Or you'll take
The hit
Yes, when the other
Sits
On her
Shoulder
The venom spits
Watch out
Or you'll take
The hit
Stop passing it on
Stop playing along
I'm coming for it
Stop passing it on, stop playing along
I'm coming for it
She knows of your rituals, your unspoken truths
So let's just leave that between me and you