I watch the buzzards gather But no-one's dead today Like sheep they follow after And promise not to stray Her darling little bastards Scarred with elitist black But I know when I stab her It won't be in her back
I'm spilling open Inside my house of leaves It doesn't matter what's been said It's what my heart believes
It seems the hive is buzzing The bees protect their queen While snakes with poison venom Appear upon the scene So ugly in their hatred God bless the maybeline So arrogant that when she cuts It's done for all to see
I'm spilling open It's killing all of me And I hate I've become From what's been done to me
I'm spilling open It's killing all of me And I hate I've become From what's been done to me
Homecoming queens are pretty From being dressed in pink But perfume can't disguise a pig And I can smell her stink Miss ann thrope once said to me With words that tasted sweet But now the slaughterhouse Has turned her voice to meat
Not everybody's everything They ever claim to be Not everything is black and white Friend or mine enemy I guess it doesn't really matter When there's nothing left Sometimes you gotta let it go And just enjoy the death