thread around my arms
pierces my mouth
man arise from the lake
find there is nothing left
spine splits and shifts
from dusted days
her perfume is sick
gun powder sings
you're beautiful
silver apples
like carrion
pierces my mouth
man arise from the lake
find there is nothing left
spine splits and shifts
from dusted days
her perfume is sick
gun powder sings
you're beautiful
silver apples
like carrion