Pencil Lead Syringe (Glass Casket)

Everything that comes out of your mouth is amazing See your pale face passing over, over again My grip on your ankles gets weak as you puncture The walls around us I'm sorry you're dead Bite the curb Snap You should have loved me Oops, it's too late and now your mouth is big enough to suck mine and his necks I never met a tent spike I wouldn't like to put in your stomach I'm smiling at you now and does it make anything Different? You are so beautiful now, peaceful and calm. When your back snaps think of me I'm sorry you're dead.