Incantations
Pissing blood
She smells like her bed
She casts little spells all over her body
Flicking the syringe
Her jewel toned eyes
Look like a sea serpent's
Sedated and screaming
The chemicals in her mind
Form a perfect toxic cocktail
All she does is worry
Rocking back and forth
Lonely, lonely
Lonely, lonely
"I feel it in me"
She's like a hole
Dressed in shreds
And scared to death
Take my blood
And see whats wrong
She smells like her bed
She casts little spells all over her body
Flicking the syringe
Her jewel toned eyes
Look like a sea serpent's
Sedated and screaming
The chemicals in her mind
Form a perfect toxic cocktail
All she does is worry
Rocking back and forth
Lonely, lonely
Lonely, lonely
"I feel it in me"
She's like a hole
Dressed in shreds
And scared to death
Take my blood
And see whats wrong
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Writer(s): Rorik Abram Brooks
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