The Modern Victorian

{Spit me out.
or swallow me whole,
no more teeth marks,
on this soul.}

Breathings for the living,
so come and take a breath,
bullets arn't forgiving,
so come on and fake a death
with me, in a cemetary,
just us baby, bonding the morbid way
and life would decay.
as we smother the oxygen
of a girl named Wednesday.

Well i'm gonna be a big cross-dresser!
and i am gonna drive a hearse.
but your such a pretty, pretty, white girl,
its only gonna make it worse

bath in cyanide
will it criss-cross his outsides.
will never know unless,
you say yes,
and be his bride
is it just to much to ask and find
that a revolver to temple
would clean out a dirty mind.

Well I'm gonna be a big cross-dresser!
and I'm not gonna be perverse.
but, your such a , pretty, white girl,
its only gonna make it worse
(well come on!!)