All In One Stroke

Battled it out
Dropped anchors like sailors too
Tired to hang on
To be continued in the morning
(Such an invitation to sleep)

I swear the sunlight hits like steak knives
On glazy eyes
(What you've got are)
Two starving wrists craving for attention
(What you've got are) Sent from sharpened blades

So what's left are two open wounds
Bound with electrical tape
And it's too bad you can't hide
Yourself from reductant monotony

Burn scars can't be covered up with smiles
(???)
Only this way you don't have to wake up
Now this way you don't have to wake up

Disappointed

(What you've got are)
Two starving wrists craving for attention
(What you've got are)
Sent from sharpened blades
(What you've got are)
Two starving wrists craving for attention
(What you've got are)
Sent from sharpened blades

You are so fucking beautiful
With your throat slit
Cut off oxygen
Release blood flow

Split lips, go well, with alcohol
Split lips, go well, with alcohol