Lipstick Tourniquets

Vendetta Red

Something soulless 
Sold you 
It hates you
They wear the sheepskins, 
But you are the monster
Breathing men would kill
Lucy don't go 
Hold me 
Haunt me
Tinctures taunt you, 
Cause you are the monster
Breathing men would kill
Blame me for this 
As you sit in your counting room
Coughing up blood 
Just to spit in my mouth
Soon you'll be gone 
And the rain will wash you away
Tucked in and gagged 
Now say your prayers
Lipstick tourniquets work 
When the poison begins to take hold
And for what reward?
So the simple can suck on the rinds.