Dead Rats

Easter Sunday and she's dressed in black. Pez machine in hand, riding a BMX. Running barefoot through the graveyard, drawing pentagrams on tombstones. Her bloodbath visions are for him, not me

And I'm just living in your house, Sleeping in your bed It was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy

2000 freaks stabbed into my back, Well there are certain words I won't ever believe again. Is that all it means to you, a little push and a little screw? Smoke it down to the last match, there's nothing here worth left to say

And I'm just living in your house, Sleeping in your bed It was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy I'm just living in your house, Sleeping in your bed It was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy

Dear succubus, I miss you more than the rest But there's a little bit less divide each time I look back In the eve's of your attic, I know how to haunt Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best

And I'm just living in your house, Just sleeping in your bed It was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy I'm just living in your house, Just sleeping in your bed It was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy

Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best

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