Acid Bath

What Color Is Death?
The shade of an ice pick sinking into flesh sex-n-sex-n-sex-n- death I don't want you I want your flesh close my eyes and dream of death slip away and take a breath rivers running dark and cool how can nothingness be cruel? Trip with me and meet the sun this orgasm of light suck the world inside yourself spitting forth the night I listen to the trees they hum and hold hands with the moon insects whisper sweet nothings the solar system blooms the skulls of babies grow within the gar- den of the soul where the girls run barefoot and all life lives uncontrolled come on baby let's kick back and bleed with me awhile never mind the cold black truth that stains the kitchen tile From Letras Mania