Meat
Ok guys, we practiced
One, two, three, four
Melt
Dissipate
Disintegrate
(All that's left)
Burn
All that you yearn
Things I wrote for the urn
Should've never tried to
Reach out
To any goldilocks
Willing to be eaten whole
Like some tasteless porridge
Melt me into caramel
Lick all my remains and hell
Maybe then, maybe then
You'll be able to control me
Her hungry eyes have got me messed
And with a twist in my chest
She will turn glass back to sand
She'll put me in the microwave and
Melt
On your tongue
Like I belong
Stuck like this song
In her head
I'm in her bed
I'll fuck her dead
She'll give me
Should've never tried to
Recount
The votes in shock
After I saw I lost
To her unresisting courage
Melt me into caramel
Lick all my remains and hell
Maybe then, maybe then
You'll be able to control me
Her hungry eyes have got me messed
And with a twist in my chest
She will turn glass back to sand
She'll put me in the microwave and
(Put me in the microwave and)
Melt, melt, melt (on your tongue)
Melt, melt, melt
Melt, melt, melt (on your tongue)
Melt, melt
Put me in the microwave and
Melt me (melt)
Dearie, melt me (melt me, dearie)
With a touch (a touch)
A touch of your tongue (of your tongue)
Melt me (melt)
Dearie, melt me (melt me, dearie)
With a touch, just a touch
A touch of your tongue
One, two, three, four
Melt
Dissipate
Disintegrate
(All that's left)
Burn
All that you yearn
Things I wrote for the urn
Should've never tried to
Reach out
To any goldilocks
Willing to be eaten whole
Like some tasteless porridge
Melt me into caramel
Lick all my remains and hell
Maybe then, maybe then
You'll be able to control me
Her hungry eyes have got me messed
And with a twist in my chest
She will turn glass back to sand
She'll put me in the microwave and
Melt
On your tongue
Like I belong
Stuck like this song
In her head
I'm in her bed
I'll fuck her dead
She'll give me
Should've never tried to
Recount
The votes in shock
After I saw I lost
To her unresisting courage
Melt me into caramel
Lick all my remains and hell
Maybe then, maybe then
You'll be able to control me
Her hungry eyes have got me messed
And with a twist in my chest
She will turn glass back to sand
She'll put me in the microwave and
(Put me in the microwave and)
Melt, melt, melt (on your tongue)
Melt, melt, melt
Melt, melt, melt (on your tongue)
Melt, melt
Put me in the microwave and
Melt me (melt)
Dearie, melt me (melt me, dearie)
With a touch (a touch)
A touch of your tongue (of your tongue)
Melt me (melt)
Dearie, melt me (melt me, dearie)
With a touch, just a touch
A touch of your tongue
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