Thread~
she's the sole creationer,
she takes the end in her hands.
she will trust when others scoff,
she'll bloody up her hands.
in a laugh she'll warm your anger, anxiousness, and fits.
she begs your pardon wordlessly
as she kisses and she spits.
she molds the darkness in her hands like a giant crushing coal
and once the diamonds shine she cannot see them anymore.
she runs out laughing in the rain
and sweats in Summer's scorching sun
she leads the lesser men to her, and when they arrive
she's done
but he bites her cheek and she's surprised
they eat the drink and spill the wine.
they wrestle with their decibel;
they are screams in hot delight
he commands his army like a schizo-puppeteer.
he would rather scratch her face than admit to any fear.
(shhh!)
he'll tantalize the others,
just to bask in the effect
he still believes in heaven,
so he's all obsessed with death
she ripped her skirt and felt more free;
she attracts unwanted idolatry.
she makes sweet love to her own distress
while religion rages in the folds of her dress.
she's words of acid through charming lips;
she's Magellan in the bedroom with a Machiavelli twist.
she is sucking the tears from her lovers' eyes;
she is lying when she tells you that she'll never lie.
he licks her toes and she's impressed.
they wander aimless to the rarest crests.
they reveal each other's softness like it's the hottest flame in hell
and secretly they know that it can never last this well.
he can reek of alcohol and break up with his soul;
he performs the blackest magic to terrify any and all.
There's thread around his pinky to remember to forget;
that he should care for something that he hasn't lost yet.
she applies foundation to remember to forget;
that she should care for something that she hasn't lost yet
Dilapidate yourself and darling surely you'll forget
that you should care for something you haven't lost yet.
she takes the end in her hands.
she will trust when others scoff,
she'll bloody up her hands.
in a laugh she'll warm your anger, anxiousness, and fits.
she begs your pardon wordlessly
as she kisses and she spits.
she molds the darkness in her hands like a giant crushing coal
and once the diamonds shine she cannot see them anymore.
she runs out laughing in the rain
and sweats in Summer's scorching sun
she leads the lesser men to her, and when they arrive
she's done
but he bites her cheek and she's surprised
they eat the drink and spill the wine.
they wrestle with their decibel;
they are screams in hot delight
he commands his army like a schizo-puppeteer.
he would rather scratch her face than admit to any fear.
(shhh!)
he'll tantalize the others,
just to bask in the effect
he still believes in heaven,
so he's all obsessed with death
she ripped her skirt and felt more free;
she attracts unwanted idolatry.
she makes sweet love to her own distress
while religion rages in the folds of her dress.
she's words of acid through charming lips;
she's Magellan in the bedroom with a Machiavelli twist.
she is sucking the tears from her lovers' eyes;
she is lying when she tells you that she'll never lie.
he licks her toes and she's impressed.
they wander aimless to the rarest crests.
they reveal each other's softness like it's the hottest flame in hell
and secretly they know that it can never last this well.
he can reek of alcohol and break up with his soul;
he performs the blackest magic to terrify any and all.
There's thread around his pinky to remember to forget;
that he should care for something that he hasn't lost yet.
she applies foundation to remember to forget;
that she should care for something that she hasn't lost yet
Dilapidate yourself and darling surely you'll forget
that you should care for something you haven't lost yet.