Eskimo

Our hands, they sway,
as we're walking over graves

Unaware of the poisons we both bear
Romantic sin, again and again
We can't tell anyone
Don't spoil our fun

On father's gun

Making love after croquet
Our bloody hands
Touching one another's face
Smoke to our evils done
We've both had our fun

On another's gun

Who can tell us we're wrong
if everyone is dead and gone?

Rest well, Heather
My noose is yours

Rest well, Heather
My death is yours



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Lawson
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