SILVER & STAPLES

I can't really tell It should be easy, passing And yet It's like walking through mud Mold plaguing the fridge, blood under the teeth Corpse in the hometown, need to get out the city If I died in the snow, would you feel chilly? When your skin tears I queeze, its like we're Siamese Lacking awareness, she's being cuddled by a corpse The downward curve of your breast to stomach while you're on the floor A placid pale visage shot on super eight 16mm on your ribcage to accentuate your waist The soul is in the eyes but yours produced no light Her skin glows a luscious pale, there's a full moon tonight There's a fridge full of whores, my head fell on the floor Roll of film tinted red of beauty adjourned A weird habit that occurs while walking down a hallway Eyes glued to walking feet for what could be afar A girl of whom looks prettiest on Sunday's Nice suit, business card, she's gonna be a star The feeling of skin recently wet Her smile looks kind in the rain but you sense forms of regret The bath's tinted pink, do you think that he wept? There's nine circles in hell, lets cut our wrists and roulette The soul is in the eyes but yours produced no light Her skin glows a luscious pale, there's a full moon tonight There's a fridge full of whores, my head fell on the floor Roll of film tinted red of beauty adjourned Vomit inside the stall from a blonde who has it all Teeth bleeding from a silver spoon, yet you find yourself enthralled When she talks, she bleeds, her mouth shut less it's for sale Could the cure for gluttony be a mouth full of staples? Why is the lamb silent? I wish she would call me Her legs are turning yellow, exposition, atrophy Awake into a dream, a shouting motion but a silent scream Triangles, encasing eyes, surrounding me, what could it mean? The soul is in the eyes but yours produced no light Her skin glows a luscious pale, there's a full moon tonight There's a fridge full of whores, my head fell on the floor Roll of film tinted red of beauty adjourned I can't really tell It should be easy, passing And yet It's like walking through mud