your fingers like a claw around my neck
it wouldn't give me enough time to check
get along with the same old song
who the fuck i'd rather be alone

grab a spoon to take you off your eyes
nice to squeeze them in my hand like flies
now you wanna have your parts right back
but you should have thought my heart is not intact

a midnight call to set your bed on fire
you burn and make a show that I admire
carrion I smell your bones so slow
I hear them begging for something that I just don't know

when you see people holding white shits
your death will be coming
if you see that I'm holding your white shits
that's because you're still my man

you've been caught by a dead thought
and I'm pleased now you're deceased