Stomach Book - Tragedy

Look how stupid my guts look in your cavity
A girl on her knees
She fills her throat with carnations

Look how suited my trust was to your tragedy
How nice we could be
Adjacent in a post-mortem

Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight dear

I'm gonna make marionettes out of your tears,
Then I'll fly away from here

Chew me up and spit me out, ohh
Chew me up and spit me out, ohh

Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight dear

Remember, forgive don't forget for all those years
Then I'll fly away from here
Ohhhh, ohhhh

I don't want to be alone when I look at you
Let's take off our shoes
And throw them on the powerlines

I want you to rape me, turn my skin black and blue
Let's break our tabboos
And forgo all our alibis
(Yeah yeah yeah!)

I don't want to be alone when I look at you
Let's take off our shoes
And throw them on the powerlines