No sleep, you’re counting those
Falling
Turn white as a sheet in the face
Of the rain grown colder
The wild flower waltzing,
The locomotive crawling
But on the wheels where the rust
Don’t stain
Your self-chosen cure is your self
Chosen pain
No time to ride on the back of a
Beast such as suicide.
Join me, come meet me
Black lights suit you baby
Too sweet, it’s there for the
Killing
Lie there at your feet, but the
Face in the mirror has grown
Older
A bell’s distant ringing, the
Scorpion stinging
Bells making noise, but your
Mind don’t care
Words screaming in like you …
There
Inside, inside
To the back of a train they call
Suicide
Join me,
Come meet me, you know the
Black light suits you baby
Inside, inside
To the back of a train they call
Suicide
Join me,
Come meet me, you know the
Black light suits you baby
No time to ride on the back of a
Beast such as suicide.
Join me, come meet me
You know black lights suit you
Baby
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