Across your face, I see what you are

You wanna kill the sun, blot out the stars

I know you you're nothing, You're so small

You're fucking nothing, nothing at all

The sun burns on, it reminds me of you

The slit wrists of the sky, bleeding into the blue



We twist beneath forever

But do you know what you've done?

Ants in the afterbirth

We're slugs under the sun



I could not wake the dead man dreaming, here

Acid party, murder at the late show

Mutate me and breed yourselves a savior

I could not kill the dead man screaming

Eat my dead cock (X2)



I have fallen deep in love with the sky

Fragments of a sunbeam glaring on a kitchen knife

Leaves will fall as everything must follow

Kill your idol, come on jump into the void

Eat my cold shit



Everybody whispers where birds fall dead

I smell the yellow sickness churning inside your head

Wiping flecks of foam, twisting with rabies

Bloody, we run through fields of dead daisies



How can I ever make you know what you've done?

Ants in the afterbirth, slugs under the sun

I have fallen in love with the sky

Fragments of a sunbeam glaring on a kitchen knife