Clothes

Desire leads the mind

Seeing the truth

With your body exposed, perpetuate oblivion

" I " am the walls of my osmium prison

With the kindness of gold, without Order

So I can wear my heart out on my sleeve

I know it gets you off

With my hands around your throat

Satyrion dropped on the tongue

If you notice what's not in a room, it's not really gone

Paralyzed, you safeword

Black Petunia, la petite mort

Temperature play, Gorean dynamics

Total power exchange, through submission

Show me everything that I shouldn't know

Addicted to despondency

It bleeds into everything

Display your sins

On your velvet skin

Sing our risquè symphony

Tonight I'm Sid and you're Nancy

The last king of Illirya doesn't know we set fire to our insides for fun

The forced burn of youth, like we're destined to decay

Can you say my name, for the wounds of yesterday?

Or should i say goodbye to the ocean in your eyes?

Belts and tarot under fallen petals

The color is a gentian blue, the buds of a deeper hue

Suicide mosaic, let me make art with you

Take out my heart and break it in two

Our bodies might be young but our mind aren't

Dig your nails into what I know

And cover my whole life in scratches

"Endure"

The word was a curse

Display your sins

On your velvet skin

Sing our risquè symphony

Tonight I'm Sid and you're Nancy

The Bromley contingent, a new hole gets punched in a bedroom wall

Dressed pitch black from neck to toe

It's living fast or dying slow

Chasing violent delights, all the ones that get you high

Affection is our deepest perversion

Cobalt soul, Phthalo green, primal lust

I can still see your clothes on the floor

Mise en scéne, mistakes were made

Like all good things, plants died young

But I wish had known how much water to use

I found closeness in your perfume

From untidy classrooms to the Venice of the north

I grieve my loss until the grief is gone

Then I accept the happiness that didn't come

I can't tell you to remember me, but I can't bear for you to forget me

What was her prayer? Her wish, her confession?

There is no one left to answer, and she never returned home again