And the night set in
A crescent moon in the shape of your bed
And across the hall
Faint fumes filled with alcohol

Was it all a dream?
Or was it kerosene
Handcuffed to a wall
Your mouth looked tight stuffed with all that gauze

Let's get your blood cold out of the house
Let's bleach your hair straight into your mouth
Let's push those thumbs clean up in a trap
Let's sew your veins right into a map

I could get you to beg
I could get you to steal
I could get you to pray
And then die for the cause

I dragged your body
Over splintered floors
I heard you squealing
How you just want more

You winked when I was through
Aching for some chrome to chew
You guessed it girl
You're gonna be my world
my doll, my holy war

Let's get your blood cold out of the house
Let's bleach your hair straight into your mouth
Let's push those thumbs clean up in a trap
Let's sew your veins right into a map

I could get you to beg
I could get you to steal
I could get you to pray
And then die for the cause

Dirty vultures screaming like your demons
Little Betty drowning in the deep end
At your local pool
In your suburbs

I could get you to beg
I could get you to steal
I could get you to pray
And then die for the cause


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