you won't find her here
she never works on this street
and none surviving here
are witness to the things i've seen
strange things biting other things
they surprise when they arrive on the wing
and blood sucked from a brain
stains the shell of my remains
i love the crimson interior
scratch and sniff
porno movie
straight from the garbage tip
destination venus flytrap
ain't it the truth
everything you love will kill you
all those lazy days of abuse
for one velvet kiss on a deathbed of ecstasy
i love the crimson interior
scratch and sniff
porno movie
straight from the garbage tip
destination venus flytrap
are you the skin to my bones
or the proof there's no greater life on earth
than your desire
and do i remain
the ghost of a fly in a trap well laid
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