Morphine Man
Winter's straight edge
A lonely snow shower
Only around your muse
Only around your mistake
Like the face of death
Staring down your throat
Only around your muse
Only around you
Men in lemon lab coats
Trapping thunder
Leaning together
And short of breath
Screaming at the weather
It never quits raining
She counted each flake
That fell inside her
Only around her fuse
Only around her fire
She thought she saw God
In each that brushed her face
Only around her fuse
Only around her
Men in lemon lab coats
Trapping thunder
Leaning together
And short of breath
Screaming at the weather
It never quits raining
She drags her energy
With her where she goes
She keeps it on her leash
And her back is so cold
She drags it behind her
She snows in the wind
Men in lemon lab coats
Trapping thunder
Leaning together
And short of breath
Screaming at the weather
It never quits raining
She counted each flake
That fell inside her
She counted each flake
That fell inside her
She counted each flake
That fell inside her
She counted each flake
That fell inside her
In this underworld
She really did see God
It wasn’t in her desire
But full of rosy cheeks
She never would’ve thought
The snow would fall here
But where there’s cold, there’s fire
Where there’s God, there’s death
She crossed the Phantom river
To a land of slivered ghosts
An island of dry lizard skin
A king of kingdom come
In her underworld
Her walls bled with birth
If not in leaky wisdom
Then in fabled ghosts
It was here that she learned
The snow only falls once
And where there’s ghosts, there’s spirit
Where there’s God, there’s death
She flew to burning mountains
To a peak of burning fuel
Sky of crimson sufferings
A king of kingdom come
In my underworld
I wish she would fall
Into arms of child-birth
Borne three times again
In the future she will find
It’s too warm for snow
And where there’s birth, there’s women
Where there’s God, there’s death
Ascending to a plain sky
A plane on clouds of dust
Over land of new beginnings
Future love and mistrust
As growing old she weakens
But strengthens her own soul
And it’s here her discovery
Is misplaced by thoughts of old
And founded through God and love
She thought she was God
Toying with the bastards
Of her own misaligned thought
She thinks she’s gone insane
She struggles with a new sum
And choking on escape
On the threshold of freedom
She thinks of all the sheep
Lambs, and billy-goats
That couldn’t find truth in her
That couldn’t seek her truth
She knows they will know her
She knows they will kill her
She’s not afraid of what’s next
She’s not afraid of dark waters
With a kiss on revenge’s head
She does what she’s been told
And only when she wakes up
Will she find her new cold
In this underworld
She really did see God
It wasn’t in her desire
But full of rosy cheeks
She never would’ve thought
The snow would fall here
But where there’s cold, there’s fire
Where there’s God, there’s death
She crossed the Phantom river
To a land of slivered ghosts
An island of dry lizard skin
A king of kingdom come
In her underworld
Her walls bled with birth
If not in leaky wisdom
Then in fabled ghosts
It was here that she learned
The snow only falls once
And where there’s ghosts, there’s spirit
Where there’s God, there’s death
She flew to burning mountains
To a peak of burning fuel
Sky of crimson sufferings
A king of kingdom come
In my underworld
I wish she would fall
Into arms of child-birth
Borne three times again
In the future she will find
It’s too warm for snow
And where there’s birth, there’s women
Where there’s God, there’s death
Ascending to a plain sky
A plane on clouds of dust
Over land of new beginnings
Future love and mistrust
It’s not the truth that scares her
But the thought that brings her down
If it’s not true, what can she live for?
If it’s not real, then what is truth?
And her demons can surely have her
Her ghouls can gladly eat her
She sleeps not to her own hand
But to the hand of herself
With a blurry grievance to her own
She thinks of what she lost
She knows he won’t be there
But she knows he will wait
And her demons can surely have her
Her ghouls can gladly eat
She sleeps not to her own hand
But to the hand of herself
She counted each flake
That fell inside her
She counted each flake
That fell inside her
She counted each flake
That fell inside her
She counted each flake
That fell inside her.
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