Small Towns Burn A Little Slower Lullaby For Sleeping Babies
Shed your appendages
Trade your skin for scales
Venomous speech
Your blood stained teeth
You won't stop until you've sucked us dry
You speak your love for me
I turn my back, and you curse my name
Excrement by any other title will still reek
Start out praying, and wind up masturbating
Self gratification in jesus name
Is still the same thing
There you are. curled and poised to strike
Your fangs in my veins all because of your vanity
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Will not put this together again