MOTHMOUTH

Lost girl in the woods, realtree on me && a shotgun
I’m up to no good, creeping banshee with a problem
Deer bones ornately wrapped around the pinetree
Pink bows so pretty, tie my neck so tightly
Torture & destruction of an innocent angel
Flesh minced, eyes gouged, limbs all mangled
Moths in my mouth, floating lifeless down the river
Eyes wide shut, does a witness make a sinner?

Birthday cake vomit, splattered on redwood
In my head redrum, i spiral on downward
Skin constricted, plastic bag my limbs bitch
Crown of thorned roses, poison to be sinless
Meet me at our special place
Aeon bathing, veil my face
Curtains closed, crawlspace
All i feel, disgrace
Porcelain pieces hang like decorations
Neck steady bleeding, drink me for communion

Doves fly down, possess my rot
Baptize fire, burn it off
Ballgag mouth to make me yours
Mortal flesh to burn so pure
Sacrificial lamb lead to the altar
Inked with blood, new hymn for the psalter
Look into the deep, but don’t sink into the other
You’ll be torn to pieces by the hand of saturn