man, i hate me..
if i could think of any way it would benefit others for me to be gone, i would be..
'cause i'm just here killing miserable time.
i'm crawling into my snowcave for awhile...
(& i'm taking mr smith with me...)
xxx
xxx
your time is up
are you hungry?
are you sick?
are you begging for a break?
are you sweet?
are you fresh?
are you strung up by the wrists?
we want the young blood..
are you f r a c t u r i n g ?
are you torn at the seams?
would you do anything?
flea bitten? moth eaten?
we suck young blood..
we suck young blood..
won't let the creeping ivy
won't let the nervous bury me
our veins are thin
our river's poison
we want the sweet meats
we want young blood...
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while you make pretty speeches
i'm being cut to shreds..
you feed me to the lions
a delicate balance
& this just feels like spinning plates
i'm living in cloud cuckoo land
& this just feels like spinning plates
our bodies floating down a muddy river..