she's making cuts and smiling. if you don't see enough blood, then try again.
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lyrics:
Overdose,
Overflow, spill my guts out,
trace around my heart until its cut out
a touch like a surgeon,
Wears mask to hide a smile every slice she makes
why am i awake for this operation?
this table is like ice against my back,
no light that can blind like that one,
a match that lights the first strike, imagine.
she lights a lantern,
she’s like a phantom humming soft tunes in a darkroom
prepare yourself, the surgery will start soon.
she’s marked you.
spirits at the doorstep, invite em in.
she’s playing with my organs and violins.
make the cut. divide the skin.
if you don’t see enough blood, then try again
her assistants hold you down if you try resisting,
they will confiscate your fear and start a fire with it.
she’s making cuts, and smiling.
If you don’t see enough blood, then try again.
dissect me, rearrange and correct me,
tap into my brain, show me what’s disconnected,
turn all of my murderous fears into misconceptions.
save me from my afflictions. teach me to feel affection.
teach me to form connections. I cannot feel you there,
like something hangs in the air like a permanent anesthetic
You say that it’s in my head, may i maybe make a suggestion?
cut it open and check. you can start at the neck.
spirits at the doorstep, invite em in.
she’s playing with my organs and violins.
make the cut. divide the skin.
if you don’t see enough blood, then try again
her assistants hold you down if you try resisting,
they will confiscate your fear and start a fire with it.
she’s making cuts and smiling
If you don’t see enough blood, then try again.
I dont know where to start,
My last girl left a mark,
I see the stars when it’s dark,
I see the stars when it’s dark but
The sky’s bleeding, bleeding,
beaten up,
I don’t think I can be enough,
My bleeding lungs
She leaves me tongue tied,
What if I don’t even believe in love?
My summer sky, drug drives,
Comin by, by the time I’m leaving I am somewhat high
Comatose, come alive,
Comin down, swan-dive
What a town, you don’t wanna smoke? you will come around.
Less than mediocre, livin sober. that is what I’ve found.
I can’t take a hit, but fuck it, I might as well,
I just suffer. I am such a fucking sucker for the smell.
Hooked at the first inhale, because lately life has been hellish,
She burns the back of my throat, like the devil, can never tell,
what my limits are. She sits in my itching scars, a grip on my left wrist,
I pull- she twists my arm, a girl with a twisted heart,
and seduction like surgery, she’s a succubus,
sucking blood every cut till it murders me.
Blood-curdling.
With these spirits at the doorstep, invite em in.
she’s playing with my organs and violins.
make the cut. divide the skin.
if you don’t see enough blood, then try again
her assistants hold you down if you try resisting,
they will confiscate your fear and start a fire with it.
she’s making cuts, and smiling.
If you don’t see enough blood, try again.
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