All My Stitches Itch, My Prescription's Low . . .

Sep 22, 2006 15:46

But I'm not attached to your world -
Nothing heals and nothing grows

Because its a great big white world
And we are drained of our colors
We used to love ourselves,
We used to love one another
All my stitches itch
My prescription's low, I wish you
Were queen
Just for today
In a world so white what else could I say?

And hell was so cold
All the vases are so broken
And the roses tear our hands all open
Mother mary miscarry
But we pray just like insects
The world is so ugly now

Great Big White World excerpt - Marilyn Manson

(ephemeral)
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