Acoustic guitars, with electric lead and keys in a catchy beat verse. Slurred vocals in a rock chorus.. melodic lullaby harmonies in the bridge right before the ending. surreal lyrics with an underlying theme of death.
ive got monkeys in my head and bones in my bread. dont try to look into my eyes. ive got blood on my hands that proves im a man. dont try to understand these lies. lies.
so nice. her cries.
sit and talk about the day we die
and how they'll dance upon our graves
i know enough to think a thought or two
no idea what to say at all
i've got roses and semen stains. a disease that has no name. dont try to recognize my face. i've got nerves but i feel no pain. no blood pumps through my veins. no heart for you to try and rape.
on trial. her smile.
and you know you can't deny these things.
all the things you claim to hate.
this is what you have been asking for.
i dont know what to say at all.
if you ask her nice/if you be polite
i'm sure she'll let you taste her milk