Из альбома: Good Mourning
i put it all on black
no color you're all dressed in
and a stab in the back
left you bleeding on the floor
and i'm mourning the death
the recent passing of your insides
i smile in regret
every time i think of how i spoke to you
i put it all in back
of my mind where i hold you
i'm just trying to keep track
how far back it really goes
and i'm living in lack
of the blood sent from the heavens
i'm just trying to relax
as a killer's waiting right outside my door
what's black and white what's
read all over?
this tired book this
organ donor
sweet blasphemy my Giving Tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
i put them all in black
the four walls of my bedroom
and i trimmed them in red
peeled your picture off the wall
and i'm living in lack
of the blood sent from your heartbeat
that arrived in your neck
every time i salivated over you
what's upside down what's
coated in silver?
this crucifix is
my four leaf clover
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i'll remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
one of these days
it's gonna catch up to you
throwing looks like those around
one of these nights
i promise to you
i'll soon be sleeping sound
as soon as i leave town