Devour You, Sip You Away Read Count : 18

Category : Songs

Sub Category : Rock
It's 3:69am, Valentine-thanksgiving
Not living daily life, it's used up now.
Sitting on your lap, my hands turn oxygen into tightened crystals.

So covered and future-less
As the darkness, staring into the mirror.
I push the pillow onto your Face
before that, you told me:

''I love you more than anything, please devour me now.
you're more than my infinity, sip me down your drain, now.''

Now i become your flesh peddler
with a fork and a spoon as my hands
I want to be you, that's why i have to kill you
Don't wanna be me, wanna look like all the dead things
hangin' from the trees

Now i become your headhunter
chopping, cutting, pushing, pulling and tearing you apart and open
my stomach growls for you
I take piece after piece between my teeth, chewing, swallow it

My throat's pumping up and down
drinking from your mutilation
and the drowning is where your lungs sit
We can live all this criminal romances together
as long as we incapacitate all suspicions.
Beyond the deficits, there are eating-disordered children.

Now i become your Body-snatcher
your bones will be my crutches as soon as your loss
will break my legs
cracking and bending
The blankets will serve my Karma

Now i become your Cannibal
keepin' the fish in his cooking, hot and bubbling pot
or is it the chicken breeding abortions in the frying pan
one below, taking a dust-bath in the oven's sun?

Blood-oozing trachea-stairs
paved with the taste of your sad wound-teardrops
will my speaking rust now?

Blood-oozing trachea-stairs
paved with the taste of your sad wound-teardrops
will my speaking rust now?
dying of thirst in my desert-stalactite cave
i'll drink from my eye-water...holy.

The illusions of time pass
and i notice the poison
we love one another so much, we eat each other up
even in one's earlier death
i realize i return to the earth as dust
I'm disappearing...

We are one another's Graves now
with white curtains
and red and pink posessions
in these houses built on grey bones
walk on the beach, dive into the crimson sea (so religious)

Now i become your flesh peddler
with a fork and a spoon as my hands
I want to be you, that's why i have to kill you
Don't wanna be me, wanna look like all the dead things
hangin' from the trees.

Beyond the deficits, there are eating-disordered children
Beyond the deficits, there are eating-disordered children

will my speaking rust now?
dying of thirst in my desert-stalactite cave
i'll drink from my eye-water...holy.
i'll drink from my eye-water...holy.

will my speaking rust now?
dying of thirst in my desert-stalactite cave
i'll drink from my eye-water...holy.
i'll drink from my eye-water...holy.
i'll drink from my eye-water...holy.
i'll drink from my eye-water...holy.

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