Sleepy

Duration

5:16

Lyrics

Skin as delicate as designer sheets With a throat that oozes as she speaks. Roses enter twined between every rib, Nails so frail they can't help but drip. One thousand pounds left undiscovered Laughing from where she last gagged and murmured, "Give me beauty, or give me death, Give me confidence or I'll taste less." Teeth that dress in shades of vomit and decay, Strands afraid to grow, and they fall as they fade. Grotesque until there's not a pound of flesh, Nothing is beautiful unless it's perfect. So once we eat the roses between our ribs, Will there be anything left? Once we reach true perfection, Will they define this sight as "death"? We lost our minds to the never ending abyss, Whom we neglected and malnourished, Screaming for help through digested pleas While we swallow our thumbs on our knees. If beauty is internal, then we will try to display Every nerve, every vein, every thought that we contain. If beauty is internal, then we will die to display Every organ, every stain, every fucking hunger pain. We are the modern day cancer patients Taking the abuse from all of societies distorted values, Without the power to even think That, "Maybe nothing's wrong with me." Maybe that's why I am so sleepy, Because every moment of my life, I was always dreaming. Maybe that's why my heart stopped beating, Because everything I saw, I was not believing.