𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣𝕤 ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥 Ladies and gentlemen, worms and saints Please keep your limbs inside the nightmare at all times. Do not worry... 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝟙 A mouthful of funeral bells Black little bruises where daylight dwells Ceiling bent low like a listening ear From deep within the wardrobe, a voice crystal clear My smile stretched wrong on a face I despise Then poured me arsenic valentine wine Said, “Darling, you look half-dead tonight” Well... Perfect... Half means half is still alive Three nails in the plaster, a fourth in my palm God's halfway down the hallway, reciting a psalm ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕦𝕤 The horrors persist But so do I With a boot on the throat of the great goodbye Let the black mold bloom, let the dead bulbs fry Let the moon turn sick in a jaundiced sky If the end wants blood, Get in fucking line The horrors persist But so do I Look alive What a terrible night to survive Raise your glass Here’s to horrors that thought I wouldn’t last 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝟚 There’s a woman downstairs with my mother’s eyes Selling little white lies in formaldehyde She says, “Sweetheart, surrender is soft as a bed” But the mattress keeps breathing I’ll stand instead Each portrait poses a different disease The dark at my feet says, “Baby, get down on your knees” A lesson from the leeches, their communion in the reeds They kneel beside the altar, then sink their mouths in me ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕦𝕤 The horrors persist But so do I I’ve got spite in my lungs and a flare in my eye Let the floorboards bleed, let the cherubs cry Let eternity choke on its cheap bow tie The horrors persist... But so do I Look alive Oblivion's dressed for the occasion tonight Raise your glass To the bastard who thought I'd be easy to bury alive 𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕖/𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 One for the ache that was never quite mine Two for the hands at the edge of my spine Three for the memory born with no past Dance with it, darling, the first dance might be your last Four for the door that appears when I sleep Five for the thing on the far side that weeps Six for the word that it scratches inside It looks like mine This looks like mine I am not your miracle, omen, or sign I’m the animal left when the stars resign Let the heavens go septic Destiny can lie Even angels find God With his hands over his eyes Haunt every hallway Poison my mind 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕦𝕤 The horrors persist But so do I What a life Paint on the smile Lower the lights The altar is crawling, the plaster runs red There's blood in the hymn and a mouth in the bed They can feast on the living I'll dine with the dead
