The flattened diametrics of certain tastes
expound my face as my darling slams the phone down
She was starved of love and might have
just really needed reassurance sex that night
The conjecture I made in spite really brought the mood down
Show me income based on reprieving
I'll tell you why life has no meaning
The muse unwraps her mother's cloak
Regrets, revokes the sin she spoke
She likes Bespoke but she'll just have to wear what she can find now
And now a bomb, her thought a gun
Her brother lost at the cost of who remains
Comes down to who pays the highest price not to suffer
Show me torment that's met with treason
I'll tell you why her son stopped breathing
On the shoreline lay an empty shell, what was a boy his body quelled
He rain from hell for help but got told he ain't got the right papers
What is this? A home or hell? A plot of grass or a private cell?
Can you not tell that the right spell is total?
It won't last
When the highest power has the most of thieving
I'll tell you why I need no reason
When there's headless monster purrs and no one's breathing
I'll tell you why I feel like leaving
