It’s been thirteen seconds
Since you all last said
I’ve [bad word] the apparition
You predicted for my death
You said that flirting brings
You closer to the end
You can bait it to the water
But you’ll never get the hint
And like a stain of bricks goes
Dancing by your head
Plucked from an icebox
Grafted on my skin

It’s been thirteen seconds
Since you all last said
I’ve [bad word] the apparition
You predicted for my death
You said that flirting brings
You closer to the end
You can bait it to the water
but you’ll never get the hint
and like a stain of bricks goes
Dancing by your head
Plucked from an icebox
Grafted on my skin

My coat has withered marks
Mink hits the shovel fix
Near the sway of pendulums
Bore abrasions and a kiss
She said, “I’ll never let them hurt you
I’ll never let them in"
What you took from me is mine
What is mine I’ll never give

Mascara glass in the molar weeds
Her ash, a serpent infancy
His eye patch pussed a gap of sand
Into his shine a sedative
More and more the dirt collects
and you’ll never find her body now
in a closet festered in a secret air
Blonde underneath a blackened hair
and he never knew the colony
Gestated in his bed
Mingle with the carnivores
you’ve something both [bad word] now
Until one day, with his wasted breath
Swollen throat and karma debt
Set foot inside a parlor
to find her [bad word] by receipts
to find her [bad word] by receipts
He held her by the ankles
Gutted at the nave
Yes gutted and depraved
He tied a rope around her legs
and let her hang for seven days

This never happened
but I saw you leave
and crawl into
a bed of broken windows

This never happened
but I saw you leave
and crawl into
a bed of broken windows

This never happened
but I saw you leave
and crawl into
a bed of broken windows

This never happened