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Kerosene
Could you just for, a minute close your eyes
and bathe yourself in kerosene
to be caressed a gain by flames
pretend that you can't hear her screams
like razorblades into my veins
another way to say goodnight
and good morning, angel, how was hell.
and when you're caught in the act
just keep the blood on your hands
because we're already dead
and you can never go back
Medicine won't help my friends
you've left me plotting out my death
from the razorblades that carve your name
into these arms and form these falling flames.
and when you're caught in the act
just keep the blood on your hands
because we're already dead
and you can never go back. |
