Disdain for all your substance

Tied to the ceiling, to feel your love again

Browning substance, sleeping tempers, reframe

Syphon, syphon

Joyless pleasures, muffled warmth of its vein

Syphon, syphon

Mouthfuls of flesh, nurtured

Cumming blisters to feel anything

I can't stay here, self-consumption

Cumming blisters to feel anything

I won't survive

The nuisance, unkept cancer

My gut sinks, consumed by all your pain

Hang me from your ceiling

Hang me, steal my love

Hang me like knives

Hang me, candy

I'm left seething from your footprints

Cumming blisters to feel anything

I am the guilt of all your wounds