Scar Culture Color Returns
Breathing just didn't feel worthwhile today
I swallowed the taste of dead sex off her tongue
She screamed in technicolor
She's still screaming the color of her confusion
I can't see the color of my screams
They erased color from my mind, erased color from my heart
Swallow the taste of dead sex off my tongue
She screamed in technicolor
She's still screaming the color of her confusion
I can't see the color of my screams
I bare my wrists with hope (that someone will slit them for me)
I couldn't deal with the burden (of slicing the veins myself)
But I would fall to my knees (and smile up at that savior)
I see too much in my blood.... too f..cking much, too
Goddamn much, I've seen too goddamn much
Sometimes while I breathe color returns, but it wasn't worthwhile today
I thought you never died (I lost that perfect color)
I thought you never died (I lost that perfect color)
I thought you never died (I lost that perfect color)
I thought you never died (I lost that perfect color)
I thought you never died (I lost that perfect color)
I thought you never died (I lost that perfect color)
I thought you never died (I lost that perfect color)
I thought you never died (I lost that perfect color)