Fresh blood in the water,
fragrance aromatic, for I never sought her.
Oxygen defamates and imitates,
Oxymoronic contradiction irritates.
So I want to kill,
the saints and sinners and end the world,
Stop the thrill,
of the judge and jury trapped inside their cherry swirl...
Reak of rot,
the lives lost, the truth remains,
that this heart retains.
Never needed air to live,
never needed love to give...
So I want to kill,
the saints and sinners and end the world.
Stop the thrill,
of the judge and jury trapped in their cherry swirl.
So I want to kill,
the glistening tragedies sustained by insanity,
and burn these flowers of blossoming vanity.
I want to kill,
Stop the thrill,
I want to kill,
myself.
So I seclude myself from the malevolent irregularities,
oxymoronic self indulgences, the tragedies and parodies,
of a crumbling world turned sour,
I seperate myself from life, this withering flower.
Reak of rot,
the lives lost, the truth remains,
that this heart retains.
So I want to kill,
the saints and sinners and end the world.
Stop the thrill,
of the judge and jury trapped in their cherry swirl.
So I want to kill,
the glistening tragedies sustained by insanity,
and burn these flowers of blossoming vanity.
I want to kill,
Stop the thrill,
I want to kill,
myself.