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Death becomes her
The final fleshy stumbler
A Midas touch
The final sirens darkest sides amongst her
Brighter moments fade to black
She snorted back the last line of the wrap
Powder warped her mind and caused her arms to flail and flap
No more of that
But plenty more of every other form of sadomasochism breeding in this portal back to back
Blacker than the Taurus maps we hoarded in the dull glow of the TV, dim light flickers in this awful flat
(Heads down)
Underwater torture caught in all the forms we ordered into lists to sort to iron out the glitches in our formula
A mess of numbers, void and punctured algorithms
Rarely built in straight lines like our movements in the town we lived in
Count the chimneys, count the victims
Life of VHS on half speed squealing slowly through a rented picture
Settle in, prepare for winter
And celebrate the times we shared before our walkways fractured, tore and splintered
Your list of lies were harmless never crystallized
And targets ever shifting
Resistors in this circuit forming intelligence so artificial
So irrelevant, so artificial
Load the bullet, spin the barrel, pass the pistol
Lonely are the mornings here to swim alone, in search of life
Something so forgetful when you live alone, just let it go
Let the filthy current of the undertow, light your way, away you float, so morbid in the match-head glow
It's dreamy, so dreamy on the floodplains
Tramadol and morphine make for interstellar runways
One sin, checkmate
No stops, no way
Someday, some say
Co-stars, gun play
To thrive within uncharted jurisdictions, each'd sacrifice and nominate a body part and list them
That way you can never live to speak, see, walk or listen in the knowledge that the others doing well when you're not with them
So sacrificial, it's so sacrificial
The way the sails glow the light upon the burning vessel
It's so symptomatic, it's so symptomatic
The way the water lapped below the burning undercarriage
It's so sacrificial, so sacrificial
We gave up bailing water way before the lightning hit you
It's so symptomatic, it's so symptomatic
You ever think we had it? We never had it
Like fire and ash breeding in my heart and soul
Inside the bruised and battered, black and blue could have her ,snaps and groans
Only time will tell, so let her in
And try to find a hint of flesh inside her metal limbs
Like fire and ash, the final throws
Unrelenting downward spirals of the life you chose
Only time will tell, so let her in
And crunch the numbers till the harlot tells you everything