Violets Aren't Blue They're Violet

I'll make a milk carton out of you yet, my precious
And you'll be

Nothing but grade A missing
Or am I just fading out of control
With the time we have

No rest got me thinking
Life is harder than it is, than it is

In my vengeance I will taint your lips the shade of ivory
(Whoah, control, whoah-oh-whoah-oh)
Is it raining or
Have I lost all
Of my
Of my
Control
Control
Control

And if it gets cold in june
You better go and pray that I don't see you
Or rip out your tongue
Not only will I pump out your heart
But I will peel back your skin
Your skin

In the city where we live with kings and martyrs
Sons and daughters
We just scratch our backs until we're sick of each other

My body is a host
My body is a host
My body is a host
To connect
My body is a host

My body is a host
My body is a host
My body is a host
Is a host

In my vengeance I will taint your lips the shade of ivory
(Whoah, control, whoah-oh-whoah-oh)
Is it raining or
Have I lost all
Of my
Of my
Control
Control
Control
My body is a host



Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Rodriguez
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