I AM SO SORRY BUT IT FELT RIGHT

Blossom and become majestic in front of my eyes

A black carriage is standing at the foot of the hill

The kids always seem to cough up new thrills

From the mesa I am aiming down

At souls stuffed in a can of tin

There’s a hearse for every sin

 

Like eels the demurring souls slide down

I’m going for liquid sky and liquid dreams

Or so it seems

 

Blisters on the soul

Blisters on the palms of your hands from wielding a knife

Tried to kill the ghoul without a goal

Well what the heck

at least you tried