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