Genocide Approach So That's What Anthrax Smells Like (scott Ian Take)
BATH) She turns to him and sighs I think the bullet
should have kicked in by now. She does her best to
remove his flesh to erase the remains of her in him. In
greyscale despondence, he leaves a tear on the Polaroid
on his pillow. He won't let go of the empty space she
left until it consumes him. And scattered are his
thoughts. He'll never let himself forget her face that
night. Her sewn mouth majesty finds the strength to
scream the morning black. untrue untrue And this will
not go unnoticed. This last wish cast into his fist.
Crashed into an unsung kiss. untrue untrue Our hearts
captured in the barrel of a shotgun for the purpose of
sanctuary. Don't bother with excuses; I've seen your
motives. And I still wait and weep. As time runs blood
red, he watches her as she turns into the blade of
grass that slit his throat. Telling himself the same
sordid lies that robbed him of his ability to drown.
Because that's the hardest thing for him to do. To
breathe in the circles he keeps running in. He digs
himself a shallow grave for the night and remembers her
to him. And disintegrated are his thoughts. Her face is
all but dead to him. Her sewn mouth majesty finds the
strength to scream the morning black. So take a breath
as if it was the last you would ever take and find the
special place where it burns just enough for your
pallid skin to break. You should have shut your eyes.
You should have shut your pretty eyes. You should have
shut your eyes. You should have let her walk on by.
Love comes like a newborn addiction. Begging for just
one more wretched glance at the last time you will
bleed. Carried away by the stagnant stench of lies.
Like a carcass being born again. This is her exit. This
is my last line. Have you ever had the wind hit you a
certain way and a flood of memories commands you to
stay? Standing with my hands wrapped around my own
throat, as if I can't fit them around yours. The bomb
was screaming hours before the drop, so baby, what's
your excuse? Days pass by and I no longer can recognize
you. Touching your frostbite skin, longing for a
response. I still adore this breathless disease that
you've become. I will stand back and watch you wish
death away. The soft symphony of our valentine scars.
Silence shattered, I cease to exist. untrue untrue And
this will not go unnoticed. This last wish cast into
his fist. Crashed into an unsung kiss. untrue untrue
This is her exit. This is my last line.
