MONET

So many big words for such a dumb bitch And the warm blood in your neck feels cold now on my lips Our God loves a fucking good slaughtering I know this, now 'cause he talks to me They came to me drenched in their shame and I burned that shame away You should see me with a blade I'm a god damn Monet Gifted in the arts of all things sensory You should see me with a blade I'm a god damn Monet Gifted in the arts of all things sensory That's my love of life Spill you That's my knife That's my love of life Spill you That's my knife That's my love of life Spill you That's my knife That's my love of life Spill you That's my knife That's my love of life Spill you That's my knife [?] You should see me with a blade I'm a god damn Monet Gifted in the arts of all things sensory You should see me with a blade I'm a god damn Monet Gifted in the arts of all things sensory Through torture, you can know people And if it's slow enough, you can own people Meet the soul and leave the world with them Speak to ghosts and see the Lord with them Through torture, you can know people And if it's slow enough, you can own people Meet the soul and leave the world with them Speak to ghosts and see the Lord with them