The Guilt Room

You paint your lips in colors of decay
Pass on the honey and go for the mold
You punish your hips, let them mourn
You don't know why
But they have to burn
Let them burn

Let them burn
Let them mourn

Hand over hand, misfortune mistakes
Betrayed and let down, more reasons to drown
And when you've finished yourself, you'll always find
Someone else to turn to, endless enemy supply

Don't go to the guilt room
I know it's walls they're just made up
Every hour you spend there, it is lost
Don't go to the guilt room and love me instead

Outside these walls
The world's still there
There's honey, there's mold
They do come in pairs

Well I'll have them both



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Lerjen
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