Papyrus Parang
A vane is suave and as long as you're deep
It shows how far you're willing to fake to slip inside of me
An upload virus I printed to your neck with my fingertip
These cuticles are twin trim limbs, scissors to your lips
Have I ever said my agression has always hurt me?
(I've found I like the feel)
So deliver bright water to my lungs,
The fragrant fluid that were the words
that were shanghaied from beneath this tongue
Don't kiss me, don't kiss me,
You of all, cannot fulfill me
I am a shell habitating a wayward soul
I have been brought to my ringing
I remain risen above the gaffles you control
I will strike upon the depths from this pinnacle
And all we can dream for
is that your screened eyes are gaping before my fall
Your strings are scissored (this eases descent)
Your strings are scissored (this eases descent)
I made mention that I will be the one dragging you out...