Arctic Death One Throat To Choke
pity's a frozen bed
pity's an arrowhead
pity is what threw me to your side
i loved you conditionally
exceptions like sodomy
i don't know where fairness lays it's head
burning scars along my face
i should have sent him on his way
i loved you like i love myself
a dusty gap left on my shelf
when slipping eyes perch on my head
i know my inspiration's dead
we're classified but we're simply broke
and luckily we just have
one throat to choke
