Sad March mornings, cold grey skies Pressing flowers, printing polaroids I just wanted to say hello But instead I broke all my fingers and toes
Bones bruised down to the marrow Smash your teeth, graze your knuckles It's proof you're still alive Even when you're rotting inside
Take a carcass and fill it with rancid milk Tastes like tears and candied sick (Collecting dolls to smash their skills and Stand in pools of their blood)