innocent filth
Tear back this skin, wash away this blanket of white.
The filth in my fingers tastes sweet.
The blood in my teeth is hot.
Some day's I just prefer the rain.
Nails into my skin, bit my tongue.
It screams out symphonies and orchestras.
It radiates answers to the simple question of SEA.
My cheeks burn red, my toes magnetize together.
My hand at my mouth, my body shudders, I really can't stop.
Nothing left, no simple explanation.
You have become everything I needed.
Answer me, why don't I think about you in my dreams?
Little coil wrapped tightly around my finger, you're always alive.
The inchworm that never died.
You laugh at me, I don't know anything, you don't tolerate ignorance.
Plaster suffocated this doll.
Hold me close, and suffocate me.
I could be your doll.
On the strings, you're pulling the show together.
It was always you.
Beyond the screen, behind the scene.
You, the lonely butterfly who bloomed so quickly.
With every beat you become closer to dying.
Your heart on your sleeveless shoulder that I've kissed so many times before.
Fly away before I gobble you up.
The trend tells me your a show-stopper.
But, I never listened to the queen of hearts.
Whispers silent in my ear white lies of hope.
Dash my brains out against the rock you tied me too.
Some days I'd rather die than speak of the rain.
The man behind the madness.
The king of fools.
Society's GOD, was this the self proclamation you had been hoping for?
Looking upon you with an open soul, I'm looking for my answer.
Flowing backward, against the maelstrom of the current.
Screeching like banshees against the soft knit of your DESTROY
The chocolate flows down my throat, hot springs and glaciers.
Warm and sticky like the heat of summer on your cool neck.
Prickly, dense, and the red cancer is suffocating me.
The innocence of baby's tears don't even come close.
The man behind the machine.
Society's SCAPEGOAT, was this the fantasy you had dreamed of every night?
The beautiful ancient or the humble silent hero?
Some days I really prefer the sun.
Coiled tightly against my wrists, is this a breaking point?
It falls out of my mind, and down through my fingertips, the answer.
This isn't a simple question of A, B, SEA, D.
And the answer isn't as simple as innocence or filth.
Horrifying, abrasive, and menacing. Beautiful, heart-wrenching, absolutely lovely.
It's going too far from me, the clock turns backward, it's already too late.
A useless attempt, water for this dead tree.
My hero to timid, left in the dust. My menace, my maniac, broke free.
all that's left is my heart and my voice.
stripped naked of all that mattered.
but some day's, I just prefer the rain.
The filth in my fingers tastes sweet.
The blood in my teeth is hot.
Some day's I just prefer the rain.
Nails into my skin, bit my tongue.
It screams out symphonies and orchestras.
It radiates answers to the simple question of SEA.
My cheeks burn red, my toes magnetize together.
My hand at my mouth, my body shudders, I really can't stop.
Nothing left, no simple explanation.
You have become everything I needed.
Answer me, why don't I think about you in my dreams?
Little coil wrapped tightly around my finger, you're always alive.
The inchworm that never died.
You laugh at me, I don't know anything, you don't tolerate ignorance.
Plaster suffocated this doll.
Hold me close, and suffocate me.
I could be your doll.
On the strings, you're pulling the show together.
It was always you.
Beyond the screen, behind the scene.
You, the lonely butterfly who bloomed so quickly.
With every beat you become closer to dying.
Your heart on your sleeveless shoulder that I've kissed so many times before.
Fly away before I gobble you up.
The trend tells me your a show-stopper.
But, I never listened to the queen of hearts.
Whispers silent in my ear white lies of hope.
Dash my brains out against the rock you tied me too.
Some days I'd rather die than speak of the rain.
The man behind the madness.
The king of fools.
Society's GOD, was this the self proclamation you had been hoping for?
Looking upon you with an open soul, I'm looking for my answer.
Flowing backward, against the maelstrom of the current.
Screeching like banshees against the soft knit of your DESTROY
The chocolate flows down my throat, hot springs and glaciers.
Warm and sticky like the heat of summer on your cool neck.
Prickly, dense, and the red cancer is suffocating me.
The innocence of baby's tears don't even come close.
The man behind the machine.
Society's SCAPEGOAT, was this the fantasy you had dreamed of every night?
The beautiful ancient or the humble silent hero?
Some days I really prefer the sun.
Coiled tightly against my wrists, is this a breaking point?
It falls out of my mind, and down through my fingertips, the answer.
This isn't a simple question of A, B, SEA, D.
And the answer isn't as simple as innocence or filth.
Horrifying, abrasive, and menacing. Beautiful, heart-wrenching, absolutely lovely.
It's going too far from me, the clock turns backward, it's already too late.
A useless attempt, water for this dead tree.
My hero to timid, left in the dust. My menace, my maniac, broke free.
all that's left is my heart and my voice.
stripped naked of all that mattered.
but some day's, I just prefer the rain.