July 14, 2012 - 10:07pm — Rutilus
Rated M because of obvious murderous themes. The rest is up to speculation.
Inspired by an odd combination of Jimi Hendrix and The Real Tuesday Weld.
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well let me just say you're a
strange bird you're the
kind of guy I was told to avoid and
I don't really want to be here
with you, anyway
so what you want from me?
I can't tell and I
I'm not sure what you want from her
all I know is that baby
touch her you'll be dead
you'll be dead, you'll be gone and down and dead
you'll be dead, you'll be dust, and I'll keep your pretty head
on my wall, above the fire, you'll be smiling all the time
so touch her, go on, touch her
go ahead and touch what's mine
so what was it that you
wanted from us? did you
ever consider that we've got
nothing to give? I guess
it's alright to be so unsatisified, but I
I don't really like the way you're
looking at her
I hear you wanted to
throw her away, but she
came to me instead and
there she stayed. did it
drive you crazy, seeing her with me
or did you just want her to be free?
I don't think so
no, I don't think so
so why don't you
why don't you go ahead
go ahead, then
go ahead and touch what's mine
you'll be dead, you'll be lying in your bed, and I'll
creep across the wooden floor in the night so say goodbye
you'll be dead, I'll be burying your head
I'll keep your eyeballs in a jar so you'll never see the gates
of Eden now
you'll be dead, you'll be ash and bone and dead, you've got
twenty seconds to accept that sickly dread
you'll be dead, and I'm coming for your head
and I'll never leave without it but don't you do it for me
I want to see you swing
swinging dead
