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Pretty Little Flowers
02:33
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It's my soul
It's my heart
It's my path to build or rip apart
And replant pretty little flowers
So many pretty little flowers
It's my flesh
It's my eyes
It's my breath to keep or monetize
And join those pretty little flowers
So many ugly pretty flowers
And it means nothin' to you
Ya got yer own thing to do
And it means nothin' to me
It's my mind
It's my lips
It's my love at yer finger tips
It's my hate
It's my lies
It's my masturbation that made me go blind
And it means nothin' to you
Ya got yer own thing to do
I hope it's beautiful and free
This is the crash
This the crash
I, Death, it's time to sell myself &
See how long I last
It's my fire
It's my stress
It's my panic induced cigarette
That I keep ashing on your flowers
Then put it out on those same flowers
It's deaf ears
To my rage
It's condescending replies when I say
"I'm not a pretty little flower
and I don't want your fucking flowers"
Yeah that means nothin' to me
I got my own thing to see
I hope it means something to you
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Cuddles, Stat.
02:05
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It's time for bed love
I've always loved
the longing in your voice when you don't know what to do with me
Happy and smitten
No just baby sittin'
Hold her til she falls asleep
She'll fuck your heart, still losing teeth
Pitter, patter, little feet
Leaving your heart in agony
Wake her and she'll start to scream
Let's NEVER breed
Baby won't you quit your cryin'
Shake me til I'm dead
Baby won't you quit your cryin'
Shake me til I'm dead
I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead
I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead
Phone vibration
Masturbation
give me reason to smile
Thanks a million
For the unplanned children
Now they're jumping off bridges I wish I'd thought to burn
I'm too short to reach the stove
In ignorance away I go
I'll never learn the pains of life
Until I grow until I grow
Stab wounds in the mattress pad
A broken mirror
A lover that decorates the walls of his heart so beautifully
Fuck interior design
Your cosmic gaze is meeting mine
My heart beats like a wrecking ball
That's pushing bricks out of the wall
I'm pushing bricks out of the wall
I'm pushing bricks I'm pushing bricks
Baby won't you quit your cryin'
Shake me til I'm dead
Baby won't you quit your cryin'
Shake me til I'm dead
I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead
I'm dead I'm dead (let's never breed)
I'm dead I'm dead (let's never breed)
(Baby, won't you quit your cryin'?)
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