1. |
House Of Mirrors
01:29
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I hate how we all
Fear one another
And I fear that I'm
Turning into my mother
And my father
He's a bother
When the spills from my skin
Read sin and addict
When dormant sludge
Pumps through my veins
And the bruises
On my face
Finally gives us
Something in common I
Realize
We were always the same
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2. |
Seroquel Dreams
02:12
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She breathes the air into my lungs
And she leaves such a toxic taste on my tongue
And she needs to know she's the one
That you'll call to, when everything
Is falling around you
In shame, in blame, and misery
We lock ourselves into her bedroom
And we speak of secrets
Under the spell of hair dye fumes
And she tells me she loves
Somebody new
And she's leaving me for
Someone just like you
She breathes the air into my lungs
And she leaves such a toxic taste on my tongue
And she needs to know she's the one
You'll call to when everything
Is falling around you
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3. |
Lauraine
02:27
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Death has taken you and in
Your absence
I am the only one who is left
I think that the end is near me
And I wish you were here
This loneliness, is debilitating
Killing me slowly
When she was so quick to take you away
But it's not to worry
I'll hold you again in death
But now i wait in our vacant house for these maggots
Of memories to overtake me
My flesh reflecting what lies inside me
I am not long for this place and it relieves my bones
La mort vous a pris
Et en votre absence
Je suis rests tout saul
Je pense qu la fini est près de moi
Et j'aimerais bein que tu sois lá
Cette solitude , est debilitant
Mer tuer lentement
Quand elle était si prompt
À vous emmener loin
Mais ce n'est pas grave
Vous maintenez à nouveau malade
Dans la mort
Mais maintenant j'attendre dans notre maison vide
Pour ces asticots de souvenirs
Pour me dépasser
Ma chair qui reflète ce qui se trouve
À l'intérieur de moi
Je ne suis pas longtemps
Pour que ce lieu
Et il Solange mes os fatigués
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4. |
Breathtaking
03:54
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I grasp for the black fruit
Hanging from the branches of her fingertips
She reaches out to me and I
I suckle at the sweet poisonous
Honey of her veins
And instantaneously
All I know to be me starts to feel sick
I desire more
Her infection makes me feel something
I place my lips on the cold barrel of hers
A kiss truly breathtaking
We fall into a sempiternal embrace
Off the face of the earth
It I thought we did
I awoke on the altar, surrounded
By the carnage of my brains splattered upon
The walls of this vacant cathedral
I delve my finger into where she wounded me
To write slander on the banners
In worship of her name, but im empty
So I carve the passage from
The broken nails of my fingertips
To feed the hunger, the bitter elixir
Within my veins and instantaneously
I feel sick
Death seemed me unworthy m, and in her absence
I feel nothing x2
I grasp for the black fruit
Hanging from the branches of her fingertips
She reaches out to me and I
I suckle at the sweet poisonous
Honey of her veins
And instantaneously
All I know to be me starts to feel sick
I desire more.
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Ophiuchus Thunder Bay, Ontario
Erratic ramblings of a girl who can't stay sober.
All tracks are recorded by me
Header: twitter @Hyunafeels
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