It's the s***** teeth in me, the fake ones I use to b*** my own tongue and let the blood fill until it's ready to leak. Outfine every pair of parched f****** lips and watch as they drink as I spit. I sold it straight from the bottle because the glass is thick enough when death holds a quiet gold and simple tax gets lost in the dust. It's replaced by roaring murders and the decimate f****. It's the s***** teeth in me, with a drive to be there for the hanging. It's the s***** teeth in me, rendered immobile under all the fresh wide graves.
I've crept through your windows and I watched the cobwebs collect. I've looked on as your gardens flood and cement in your driveway cracked. It's the s***** teeth in me and honesty from the s*** like us is spoken like library screams. Still stacked on silent complete.
It's the s***** teeth in me. It's the s***** in me. All abound, it's the s***** in me.
I've crept through your windows and I watched the cobwebs collect. I've looked on as your gardens flood and cement in your driveway cracked. It's the s***** teeth in me and honesty from the s*** like us is spoken like library screams. Still stacked on silent complete.
It's the s***** teeth in me. It's the s***** in me. All abound, it's the s***** in me.