Sawtooth Grin A 2 Minute Lecture On The Finer Points Of Instabilit
Album: CUDDLE MONSTER No flowers for you til you put the
knife away your prescence is smiling with icy veins
seizuring these are the lacerations like falling leaves
and sour notes of infatuation compiling the sovereign
erosion of my naked ears in your tranquility a coffin for
me to decay in a sellable cremation youre the killer, my
little star, tell me how