Текст песни
You breathe the smoke into my lungs
Your lips, my neck, my star glazed eyes roll over toil that reigns above
Give me the pain you take for fun
The things you do to temper me to silence when push comes to shove
I know
You want to see my guts splayed out
I show
All those pretty purples oh so well, the terror as my body spells it
Tear my spirit from my skin
It looks better on your shelf
Feel me deeper from within
Make me a puppet of myself
And when you tread on ground you've seen before in a sick sweet nightmare
Come take my air away from me
I envy static minds whose vision lags along behind their heads
It's like I never needed to see
Your hands weigh down on shaky bones, and as my body aches you drink of me until I'm nearly dead
I can't
Put up a fight with your razors
I plant
My teeth into your bloody hands, sink deeper than the hell you planned for me
Tear my spirit from my skin
It looks better on your shelf
Feel me deeper from within
Make me a puppet of myself
And when you tread on ground you've seen before in a sick sweet nightmare
Then would you think of me and loathe the smell of flesh you rip and tear
Please taste me
Please hunt me down
Please waste me
Please put me down
Tear my spirit from my skin
It looks better on your shelf
Feel me deeper from within
Make me a puppet of myself
And when you tread on ground you've seen before in a sick sweet nightmare
Then would you think of me and loathe the smell of flesh you rip and tear
Please taste me
Please hunt me down
Please waste me
Please put me down
Please taste me
Please hunt me down
Please waste me
Please put me down