picking at the sores
oh I'll get through
I will
I'll tear you out
I swear
you'll finish me
finish me
love, rags, bodies, bags
cut eyes, sewn up, thrown out
teeth ripping
I need this
lips drip, grip is slipping
it's slipping
I lost it, I lost it, I lost it
but I remember
I was your doll, I felt so pretty
you rubbed me raw with love and sadness
said fuck it all, but I keep forgetting
I would eat the world to have this
I'll come, I'll crawl, I'll be your kitty
so you can cut into my madness
I was your doll, I felt so pretty
oh, I could kill the world to have this
picking at the sores
oh I'll get through
I will
I'll tear you out
I swear
you'll finish me
finish me
I feel you in there
I'll drag you out
oh, I'll find it
I swear I'll find it
I feel you pricking
you're in there pricking
You're digging, ripping
love
I feel you in there
I'll drag you out
I know I'll find it
My name is
my name is z, my head is dead
lost it somewhere in your bed
heart's a needle
cut the thread
how you stitched me
how I bled