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Lyrics (Cuddlemonster)
give me the amulet, you bitch
your masquerade feels like paint it peels away and i'm scratching these walls to uncover your eyes and bleed them like love letters and suicide notes from gleamless chapped lips to fevered penmanship crippled fingers diagnosed with a healthy fear of feeling again

a 2 minute lecture on the finer points of instability
no flowers for you till you put the knife away your presence is smiling with icy veins seizuring these are the lacerations like falling leaves and sour notes of infatuation compiling the sovereign erosion of my naked ears in your tranquility a coffin for me to decay in a sellable cremation you're the killer, my little star, tell me how

sometimes she tasted like burnt plastic smells
i tried again last night but you held your breath like a fucking champ the solitude of without you is a welcome breath of stagnant air was i the last thing on your mind? i turned away to lose you whispering words of longing devotion and these sheets are screaming you'll rest uneasy this time around my valentine your silence is shoveling dirt in your grave regret is my only keepsake a faint memento of your bitter skin sleep well tonight and know that i wait

meat hook marty and the pajama party
severed heads don't roll quite as well as expected a perfect body bag prom queen waiting for her close up like a declawed pussy cat bleeding on my new rug that tied the room together so well club soda is an economically sound solution and sallow skin spoils if not properly refrigerated

please shit all over me, i love it
hey there carcinogen girl you burned to the filter somebody's baby tonight is there anything behind those eyes? words whispered in dear ears and written in blood wilted lies sound sweeter when uttered past lipstick but famished hearts can tell the difference solemn with the burden of your love ill cut you from my eyes i wont go drowning in those glazed eyes a plastic princess paper doll and you tore your pretty dress again

satan would sit in the smoking section, but he doesn't like the creepy waiter
the fragrance of spent ashtrays emanates and the butch waitress is the only woman in my life right now hey flow no need for a menu i know what's coming to me and these scrambled eggs are runny just like my fucking nose where's my free refill? bottomless cup of salvation for my life in a vinyl booth

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Lyrics (Pervavor)
pervavor
these words will leave you shaking, from the vomit caked lips that you'd beg with, to the ones you hold captive below, close your eyes and i'll take it all. a kaleidoscope of degradation, riding swift off molesting hands, spend your heavy eyelids thanking jesus christ i'm a coward. lets play hide and seek, i'll be your special friend, lets play hide and seek, lets play dead.

boxcutter facelift
the scent is unmistakable. a trunkfull of sallow skin sacks, slowly draining fluid through pinhole perforations. so compliant, so terrified. an exquisite boxcutter facelift births a chloroform smile. ear to ear with crimson jubilance. don't ever breathe. each gasp pulls slivers of rust from your lips, floats them down to your lungs like paper. each shaving of bone fails to grace the floor. were i not a respected surgeon, i'd act on the urge to wallpaper the room with what's inside you.

rape kit aficionado
I've constructed an accolade worthy masturbating apparatus from the scrapes of your pelvic region. now I have to inquire, does my soiled verse linger in your ears? my poison semen will make short work of you no? your recolection is just as clouded as your delicate throat was flooded. draw your untouched eyes to the corner where I've pilled the things I've removed. trophies & tools. trophies & tools. all baptized in pools of secretion. whites & reds. whites & reds. a connoissour of dissection, textbook definition arifice fixation, & the lecherous mind to make use of whats left.

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