Lyrics

I pick up the steel It does not matter who I was before I did Born blue, wandering into a back alley Covered in black, shitty blood Bars on windows and doors The ever subtle tracing of her fingertips on my motherwound Hiding from the inside of a trash can I am burning inside of her cigarette I am going to ruin my life for this fucking love Melodies of relaxing next to a gun The police state outside softens to the curves of her body