Paper Cut Kiss

Duration

3:49

Lyrics

We are the kids with the paper cut smiles (screaming from a hole missing taste and kiss), and they are hungry, armed with fork and scalpel (digging in the incision around our lips). They stole our hearts, they stole our veins, they stole our lungs and their frames, and now we’re left in a garden of old news and sewage stains. We’re cut and sold by every piece, and left with skin that bleeds for vacancy. Kiss me like I’ve never been kissed, cut me open as if my liver’s made of gold, because every muscle within is crystal clear, and every organ inside is yours to share. We are the cattle with the peach colored leather (hanging from a meat-hook in a back-alley market), and they are rich from my interior display (with every bit of me in a blood-stained cooler). I am the mindless, empty, 5 o’clock news story, buried in a dumpster searching for your sympathy. Placed in the mind of every TV zombie who doesn’t give a fuck unless I am crying out of empty sockets. I was left where I will be when you find another headline tragedy. I was thrown into the garbage along with my obituary. I’m the unintentional organ donor without a vein to spare. I am dead, and left with no one to care. I am the kid with the paper cut smile, I am the cattle with the peach colored leather, taken advantage of by an inhumane businessman with a knife. I am nothing but a tragic tale... I am NOTHING...