It's a sad tradition
Of self pity and disgust
Where we drink ourselves half to death
Out of a poison bottle that
Once held us
Even our cherrys cherry pits pop
Exploding with cyanide
Making you drop
That sweet daquiri
Alcoholic acid shot
Stare me up and down my darling
Let yourself die hot
We're crumbling
Idle idilic boulders
They praise us
My eyes are red
Still high off your touch
Touch me, grab
Carry me down
Get lost in me
You'll see what the lower side of heaven
Is all about
Unfold my thoughts with your blazing tongue ahold
I'm out of my mind so take me into yours
A sprinkle of sadness
Some pixie dust
It's my black magic
But we share everything
Love
I've got a soul
Made by the fire gods
My lips in silence move
So watch my body talk
Cast you in my spell
I can do it so well
My hips are know to be manipulative
Taking you from god straight down to hell
