Lust Disease

Scrape the excess — good from my head Paste upon me — the waste that’s made me whole I peel so softly — my favourite pet I’ll erase it — if the face won’t fly Cut along the dotted line And find the hidden face I know it will replace The one I left behind Remove it from the sheet And hang it up to dry Leave it until it’s ready to crumble In the closet — it will be the same Same as always — as it was before Fore the widows — came crawling through my head Head, weaving — webs of lust disease Painted happiness — hiding my weaknesses Tape my eyes shut to set my mind at ease Force the glue out, feel my soul burn I will trace it if the face won’t stay Cut along the dotted line And find the hidden face I know it will replace The one I left behind Remove it from the sheet And hang it up to dry Leave it until it’s ready to crumble In the closet — it will be the same Same as always — as it was before Fore the widows — came crawling through my head Head, weaving — webs of lust disease I feel not a thing For this picture inside No way, no where to take The loosening places, the faces that hide In the closet — it will be the same Same as always — as it was before Fore the widows — came crawling through my head Head, weaving — webs of lust disease In the closet — it will be the same Same as always — as it was before Fore the widows — came crawling through my head Head, weaving — webs of lust disease