She's crawling through the special garden of insanity
With her teeth pressing down on her lips
Drawing enough blood to drown Hawaii
Just a few syringes, hanging from her hips.
Her heart was larger then life
If not entwined by razorblade vines
Two stones to kill two birds at once.
One butcher knife for the voices.
One for her spleen.
Bleed well, darling. Once the sun rises,
Your wound will begin to ache.
If your heart remembers to beat, that is.
Don't let the world spin like clockwork,
We'll stop it. Tonight.
I'll lock you in a dream.
Lock you away.
I promised I'd be with you forever.
So let's learn how to die together.
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