Текст песни coma dance - Порножурналы

choke light cameras
dancing
on the face
singer dies at the end of
last interview
about who we are, you will not tell Mom
you - an adult, and I - killed
throw in the trash
all of their cherished "I love you"

and porno magazines advertising posters
will talk about
I invented you
funny "goodbye" on the exhale
we go into space
leaving, put a bullet
to the head
I fall asleep with a happy smile
in a vain attempt to grow out of the patient
we decompose
equally.
stop looking at me
enough
in the pockets of rotting foliage
we turn to the substance
expensive
this apathy
kissing mannequins painfully cold
It becomes colder with each
breath
patient psychiatrist says
laughing
I invented you
fuck