Her throat is soft her lips are red her thighs re white her

heart is dead jezabell red rope burns around her wrists her

blood is cold a serpent's kiss do you need love whore? I like

to hear you beg she's crouched down in the corner with her

hands between her legs jezabell broken glass and dirty need-

les, soul erosion truth electric god our superman found dead

in a telephone booth shards of teeth ice pick abortions orgas-

mic death, so warm let's die screamin' black goat semen I

can't hear you whisper 'conform' hearts will stop and brain

cells pop apocalyptic sunshine high she screams bloody murder

as they chop off her fingers so this is how it feels to die

but it's o.k. she was screamin' bout conspiracy talkin' bout

takin' sides I was masturbating just contemplating the cold

love of suicide, hearts will stop and brain cells pop apoca-

lyptic sunshine high she screams bloody murder as they chop

off her fingers so this is how it feels to die