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I longed to bathe in your holy light.
I'm blinded by your grace.
My skin boils. You wish it so.
Let me into the darkness again.
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You spit me out like blood and broken teeth.
I am a dove soaked in gasoline.
What do you see when I pray?
A lukewarm desperation, I'm afraid.
Snake your black tongue down my throats and vomit love into my mouth.
Do I taste like wood and nails?
Like slaughtered lamb?
I would love you if you ever showed your face.
But I'm alone.
I'm afraid.
Snake your black tongue down my throat
And vomit love into my mouth.
I will never be the daughter of an absentee father.
Jesus Christ consumes me because I refuse to eat his flesh, drink his blood.
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BLM
01:43
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Let's stop trusting our safety to piss-yellow babies afraid of invisible guns.
I'd love to see a mass grave get dug for a thousand of you racist fucks.
What justice exists in a world where drug charges justify bullets in
skulls?
When you murder, the dead are the villains. You monsters kill children, yet the dead are the villains?
You can't trust a pig who don't bleed when it's hooked.
I will never love a badge more than another life.
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I was born a rat.
I'll plague my own blood.
I was born a crow.
I'll clip my own wings.
I was born a snake.
I must shed.
Everybody settle down.
There's only so much that I can take.
I shudder to think of living a full existence.
My empty body shall fill with cancers.
And from my throat
I will bleed shadows
That will pool around my feet
And I'll drown.
I shudder to think of living a full existence.
I wish to drown.
I will die a rat.
I will die a crow.
I will die a snake.
I will die and it will be peace.
There's a lot of pressure to not be silent.
Please just let me let go.
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Leeches stick to the lids of our coffins to suck your prayers away. The garden overflows with blood and the harvest shows signs of decay. My cries are silent. I cannot risk being heard. My legs are broken. I cannot risk the run. Oh god, please hear me. Oh god, please help me. Oh god, please save me.
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