I put it all on black, no color you're all dressed in
 And a stab in the back left you bleeding on the floor
 And I'm mourning the death, the recent passing of your insides
 I smile in regret every time I think of how I spoke to you

 I put it all in back of my mind where I hold you
 I'm just trying to keep track how far back it really goes
 And I'm living in lack of the blood sent from the heavens
 I'm just trying to relax as the killer's waiting right outside my door

 What's black and white?
 What's read all over?
 This tired book, this organ donor

 Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree
 It hasn't rained in years
 I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
 Leave it to me, I remain free from all [bad word] of home
 And where that is, I'm pleased as [bad word] to say, I'll never really know

 I put them all in black, the four walls of my bedroom
 And I trimmed them in red, peeled your picture off the wall
 And I'm living in lack of the blood sent from your heartbeat
 That arrived in your neck every time I salivated over you

 What's upside down?
 What's coated in silver?
 This [bad word] is my four leaf clover

 Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree
 It hasn't rained in years
 I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
 Leave it to me, I remain free from all [bad word] of home
 And where that is, I'm pleased as [bad word] to say, I'll never really know

 One of these days, it's gonna catch up to you
 Throwing looks like those around
 One of these nights, I promise to you
 I'll soon be sleeping sound
 As soon as I leave town