Paroles de Stature

Beautiful disease Trying to stop those fleas Resist complacences For what you seize Sinister laughing in back corners of my mind Provides my sustinence A no handed attempt A rude man at the front The right bowed to but dead Accomplished undertone Shoveling to the def Out of your other lips But making me happy Three in the front room Are fucking on top of my bed Uplifting opening Old scars thought of as healed Say your prayers for your hate A nympho to yourself And now my face it breathes my lies And my lies, they make me drown