Semen Stains The Mountain Tops
I dress up fiery organs but it doesn’t change their game Nacht der untoten my lovely, sorry to leave you with stains The heart is aching and frustrating in the winds of change These voices pleading and bleeding with constant growing pains I’ve made my lovers out of babies, my enemies outta spies My visions leave me in a sadness words can never describe And joy division tried to tell you love will tear us apart But you were prissy and got pissy and so you’re pressing restart You call me missy as you put your frisky hands on my thighs When you feel pain and see blood you simply widen your eyes You find me flighty but you're empty and I’m hardly surprised I’m not forgiving to a man who leads a life of despise Kill him