Lonely Deaths

Everything I've ever had has suffered from strawberry bruises This old house is like a spouse who refuses to hear the music Flowery flesh pressed upon my dress has got me breathing Into hopelessness Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath in the early mornin' Wicked tears, grab a knife say "cheers", you finally have a little moment To sit back, smoke weed and relax in the midst of the world Burnin' up again Dreadful, can't you see? Why the hell should I sit back, vapidly Imperiously The darkness of light pink is tinged melancholy Am I to be sorry That I inversely like to cause anarchy? Lonely deaths dripping up from limbo Dante says Dahmer's limbs are cold so Best to stir fry them as we grow old And lonely, where's your family? Lonely deaths dripping up from limbo Dante says Dahmer's limbs are cold so Best to stir fry them as we grow old And lonely, where's your family? It's fucking cold Handbooks of poison and roses hide themselves of my bookcases Diaries and cute grimoires holding in all of my gore-y secrets When the time comes most everyone might have a lot to say About the doll I am This is a private event, apocolypse for the rotten girls only Helplessness and stupidity are the things that fucking complete me Being with me is the equivalent to injecting Yourself with cancer Dreadful, can't you see? Why the hell should I sit back, vapidly Imperiously The darkness of light pink is tinged melancholy Am I to be sorry That I inversely like to cause anarchy? Lonely deaths dripping up from limbo Dante says Dahmer's limbs are cold so Best to stir fry them as we grow old And lonely, where's your family? Lonely deaths dripping up from limbo Dante says Dahmer's limbs are cold so Best to stir fry them as we grow old And lonely, where's your family? It's fucking cold I know I collapsed when I saw the body The trash that came oozing just surrounded me Always incomplete, the definition of unlovable Why am I still here? Lonely deaths dripping up from limbo Dante says Dahmer's limbs are cold so Best to stir fry them as we grow old And lonely, where's your family? Lonely deaths dripping up from limbo Dante says Dahmer's limbs are cold so Best to stir fry them as we grow old And lonely, where's your family? It's fucking cold