Album: Unholy Majesty
With the rope from your car
Just for you
Yeah, knotted and bruised
With my hair done all nice
Just for you
Yeah, bloated and blue
With the rats at my shoe
Just for you
Yeah, gnawed and chewed
With the blame at your feet
Yes, bitter and sweet
And I'd never acknowledge
The look of exhaustion
On your crumbling face
And the pestle and mortar
Covered in powder
How could I neglect
The spoiled running make-up
Under your sunglasses
Because it was never there