Picking at flowers by the footsteps of your grave
Eating the thorns trapped in a monochromatic daze
They say it's nature
No, I can't just run a-
Wait! Don't go
Won't you help me dissect my brain?
For a hardass, you're rather strange
With your crucifix and mistress
You play quite the game
Like an actor
You know every way
To adorn your heart with broken shards
And hide the blame
So
For 21 fucking years
Have I been seeing mirrors?
'Cus I
See you in how I act
And it makes me gag
For twenty-one fucking years
Have I been seeing mirrors?
Now I'm starting to think that god was never really real
See my stomach, chock full of roses
Hear my heartbeat, right where the scar is
Let the phantom into your shrine
Oh, we both know you left me to die
Years ago, you promised a judgement
Now your body's bloodied and bludgeoned
Boba tea is better when bled
And I'm just fucking glad that you're dead
Picking at flowers by the footsteps of your grave
Eating the throns trapped in a monochromatic daze
They say it's nature, No I can't just run away
Wait! Don't go!
Won't you help dissect my brain?
Picking at flowers by (for a hardass) the footsteps of your grave
(You're rather strange)
Eating the thorns trapped (With your crucifix and mistress,)
In a monochromatic daze (You play quite the game)
They say it's nature (Like an actor)
See my stomach, chock full of roses
Hear my heartbeat, right where the scar is
Let the phantom into your shrine
Oh, we both know, you left me to die
Years ago, you promised a judgement
Now your body's bloodied and bludgeoned
Boba tea is better when bled
And I'm just fucking glad that you're dead