Chainsaws and Good Intentions

We can mentally taste behind the eyes
Parasitic adornment
Polyphonic in the dark (Said he'd take you far)
Sweet nothings to mend

Was this what you wanted?

Was this what you wished for, an inverted dream?
We're talking on the ceiling
The floor smells like gasoline

We're picky with our aneurysms
But I always resort to you
Consistent vibrato, your timbre
Illusions are alluring and we call this love

Was this what you wished for, an inverted dream?
We're talking on the ceiling
The floor smells like gasoline

Who chose this date and time?
How many times are we going to forget our lines?
When all you have to say is royalty
And all I want to hear is...

Kiss kiss doctor I'm sick, I've got a bad infection
She's in the back of my head clipping my contradictions

(Invert the spine)

Now, now I know your sick, dear just rest your eyes
I'll be in your head, making you paralyzed

Invert the spine



Credits
Writer(s): William Valdivia
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