Her throat is soft her lips
are red her thighs re white her
heart is dead jezabell red rope burns around
her wrists her
blood is cold a serpent's kiss do you need
love whore? I like
to hear you beg she's crouched down in the
corner with her
hands between her legs jezabell broken glass
and dirty need-
les, soul erosion truth electric god our superman
found dead
in a telephone booth shards of teeth ice pick
abortions orgas-
mic death, so warm let's die screamin' black
goat semen I
can't hear you whisper 'conform' hearts will
stop and brain
cells pop apocalyptic sunshine high she screams
bloody murder
as they chop off her fingers so this is how
it feels to die
but it's o.k. she was screamin' bout conspiracy
talkin' bout
takin' sides I was masturbating just contemplating
the cold
love of suicide, hearts will stop and brain
cells pop apoca-
lyptic sunshine high she screams bloody murder
as they chop
off her fingers so this is how it feels to
die