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

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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