Mascara

There's a powdered Sun dripping through a porthole

In a set design

Can you read your name

It's been so long since we bloomed from the inside

So where have you been since you fell off the flat edge

Of a world under an ugly sky

You've been lying right

They claiming you dance under the moonlight

To what you think is the song

But it a flesh and blood of a

Dismembered groin that's been bleeding

In four thousands of your years

You felt like history in your thighs

You get four red candles

On the table with your painted fire eyes

You're the one that makes me realize

Big water flowing through to tomorrow

Blue to your addiction

Apples and cake must have been your mistake

That forced you to drink your gallon of wine

But the smile is in an erection

You little duck house

Makes me feel like I'm alive

You're hidden by your wooden legs

You're my kind, you're my kind

You always make me feel like a Moon in my life all the time

Staring down at the world's edge

It always makes me feel good to know you're alive

You're wrapping in your thighs

Lying down by the whirlpool, finally realized you must have bitten your snake, your little guy

I've been insane well the time is slow

I've been to a society where you won't miss those feelings, so you can't feel sunshine

And if you see me roaming the hillside won't you come along?

It's a hard road to the top of yourself

You'll always be alone

The pope don't matter when the pawn is your sea, don't you agree?

I like you in my life, it makes me feel good just to know I can love someone like you. They'll make it hard for you choose

I can understand but when you see creation coming you close your eyes

When you're around I'm wound around your thumb

You wanna be numb inside the gun

All your billboards and lies are one big fight

Against the baby inside that you've mistaken for pain

And to you, I'm sure, it's no surprise that I could be one of the dead. Thank God my underwear's full of lead without you

Without you