Aileen Wuornos
(It's over)
Everyone knows she's too broken to fix
Always shedding her skin like a boa constrictor
All of her tears turned to opals again
All of her fears show as ghosts in the pictures
Mind obsidian, eyes veridian
Cuts in half like a prime meridian
Blood in baths sign a primal lineage
Revolver pressed precious ice on skin again
Whoa, all your bones smell like old photos
Why's your face froze on cold shoulders?
Solo, born to die like it was protocol
Florida skies hide a rose's growth
Forcing a smile just to cloak the choking
Every time you spoke its like you wrote a poem
Cigarette pigs cinnamon lips left a pin prick
All alone with those skulls in poses
It's art to some, arduous arsonist, painful moments
Heart adjusted, changed it's tones
Stars combust and take their toll
You would do anything to regain control
Now wouldn't you? Death came quick from a wooded view
Holes in their heads left your own intact
Seven doves flew slow from the open gashes
Spiderwebs drawn on broken glass
You chose to kill, wove the silk in noose shapes
Or a tear shape born to fear them
Awful feelings make the portrait dimmer
Your swords still pierce me when the horror lingers
They tied you down and made the the needle slide in
Crucified you like you're Jesus Christ
Poison plunged until your secrets died
Then they bloomed inside me like a dream of mine
Aileen Aileen, Aileen
Hiding from the high beams tell me how'd you find me? Still
Poison from the IV filled, never loved how's that feel? Real
Aileen Aileen, Aileen
Hiding from the high beams tell me how'd you find me? Still
Poison from the IV filled, never loved how's that feel? Real
Aileen Aileen, Aileen
Hiding from the high beams tell me how'd you find me? Still
Poison from the IV filled, never loved how's that feel? Real
Everyone knows she's too broken to fix
Always shedding her skin like a boa constrictor
All of her tears turned to opals again
All of her fears show as ghosts in the pictures
Mind obsidian, eyes veridian
Cuts in half like a prime meridian
Blood in baths sign a primal lineage
Revolver pressed precious ice on skin again
Whoa, all your bones smell like old photos
Why's your face froze on cold shoulders?
Solo, born to die like it was protocol
Florida skies hide a rose's growth
Forcing a smile just to cloak the choking
Every time you spoke its like you wrote a poem
Cigarette pigs cinnamon lips left a pin prick
All alone with those skulls in poses
It's art to some, arduous arsonist, painful moments
Heart adjusted, changed it's tones
Stars combust and take their toll
You would do anything to regain control
Now wouldn't you? Death came quick from a wooded view
Holes in their heads left your own intact
Seven doves flew slow from the open gashes
Spiderwebs drawn on broken glass
You chose to kill, wove the silk in noose shapes
Or a tear shape born to fear them
Awful feelings make the portrait dimmer
Your swords still pierce me when the horror lingers
They tied you down and made the the needle slide in
Crucified you like you're Jesus Christ
Poison plunged until your secrets died
Then they bloomed inside me like a dream of mine
Aileen Aileen, Aileen
Hiding from the high beams tell me how'd you find me? Still
Poison from the IV filled, never loved how's that feel? Real
Aileen Aileen, Aileen
Hiding from the high beams tell me how'd you find me? Still
Poison from the IV filled, never loved how's that feel? Real
Aileen Aileen, Aileen
Hiding from the high beams tell me how'd you find me? Still
Poison from the IV filled, never loved how's that feel? Real
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Writer(s): Cody Foster
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