[Verse 1]
I'm quick learning lessons from the devil
But can't decide whether I arrived or was contrived
I view so many faces from the tower, up above
Neglected inner wants and hungers for what I love
Cluttered bunched black-eyed and voiceless
I fill up the sugar cup to stay up all night in my black, up above
My face is a moon full of craters with crummy eyes
And cyst-thighs, a perfect beacon for the fictionettes
Who spread their legs wide open on the plasma
Embodiments of everything I hide about myself, today
Today, today...
[Verse 2]
Hips rashed, elastic, crowded
Barely wrenched into my upmost ambition for attraction
So I nurse fellow wilted and the withered
Shallow love, smut love, our love in my black, up above
My face is a room full of mirrors with crummy eyes
And blistered thighs, a bent brain full of lies
A beacon for the fiction body voodoo
Embodiments in morbid tense misplace your grace
I'm quick learning lessons from the devil
But can't decide whether I arrived or was contrived
I view so many faces from the tower, up above
Neglected inner wants and hungers for what I love
Cluttered bunched black-eyed and voiceless
I fill up the sugar cup to stay up all night in my black, up above
My face is a moon full of craters with crummy eyes
And cyst-thighs, a perfect beacon for the fictionettes
Who spread their legs wide open on the plasma
Embodiments of everything I hide about myself, today
Today, today...
[Verse 2]
Hips rashed, elastic, crowded
Barely wrenched into my upmost ambition for attraction
So I nurse fellow wilted and the withered
Shallow love, smut love, our love in my black, up above
My face is a room full of mirrors with crummy eyes
And blistered thighs, a bent brain full of lies
A beacon for the fiction body voodoo
Embodiments in morbid tense misplace your grace
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