(written by Corvid Canine)
Cinnamon apple fills the air with burning flesh
Saw my face in the news on every corpse on the street
It’s just a matter of time before my neighbors get restless
As I draw up a bath
Sweet cherry blossom hellfire
Lavender burns colour my world
Dressing myself in Sea Island Cotton
The pills are all gone and Mr. Franklin laughin
Teakwood and suede bonfire lulls me to rest
(I’ll make myself a pyre of the fragrances worth living for)
Cinnamon apple fills the air with burning flesh
Saw my face in the news on every corpse on the street
It’s just a matter of time before my neighbors get restless
As I draw up a bath
Sweet cherry blossom hellfire
Lavender burns colour my world
Dressing myself in Sea Island Cotton
The pills are all gone and Mr. Franklin laughin
Teakwood and suede bonfire lulls me to rest
(I’ll make myself a pyre of the fragrances worth living for)
Lyrics submitted by tylermacmore
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