Love & Terror Cult June Flew
June flew away
Flowers pink paint
Taker makes one
Filled up with blood
I tried to assimilate, but I can’t wear these
The shoes fit too tight
Fake for power
Pay to be truth
He’ll die bottle blue
I try to live where they feed me but I wear these
My laces have come undone
I can’t help I’m always changing
If I’m melting please don’t fix me
You are not a constant picture
I can keep framed
You leak blood
