This is the sound of my room without you I'm in my room This is the sound of my room without you This is the sound of my room without you I'm not writing an anthem for you Holocaust all I'm known to do With zen that my mommy forbid me to feel; fuck your feelings Just want me, mi amour We'll be conqueror whores Arboreal snakes In our kind Sixty-nine Kneel behind Your behind Any goddamn time If you say, say But I don't wanna feel it I'm dead inside I can run automatically On adequate therapy Was I touched? I can't remember a thing, just her brother commanding my actions Wow As I grinded, his eyes Were as dead as mine Look in this eternal night For the first time in my life, I'm free Disregard the explosion When I love you, I feel death dancing I clap my hands and ball my fists up Hope the kids don't die like this When I love you, it's like Death is dancing I clap my hands and ball my fists up Hope the kids don't die like this They won't I will not say it No, they won't They won't die like this Someone, tell me where the light goes A machete to The 12 is the right pose I'm talking about the murder of actual police officers Fuck you I took your queen. We speak in dreams, glittering Get it, girl 1. Triplets in bed 2. Triplets in bed 3. Counting all these triplets in my bed You still run And everything you do is alright with me Someone, tell me where the light goes I have a crush on XXXXXXXX where the light goes Someone, tell me where the light goes Can I put it six-feet deep in my asshole? Damn. Goddamn. Goddamn, baby Me, me, me, me, me They're sitting in the next room. I want to make it clear One is ten and one is eight. They're my light and my moonshine I hope they're not worried. Lord knows I was When my mother held me to my side To protect me from the demon in her bed But I'm OK I hope when they hear me singing right now They know they're going to make some fucked-up shit when they get older But I will be there I swear on Christ, that fucking cunt We are not like this. I'll be beaming and beating off to this When I loved you, I saw Death dancing, girl Clap your hands and ball your fists up I hope to God that you don't die I love you, and it is like Death, dancing Clap your hands. Now, ball your fists up, girl Your fists will never see his Now, I'm going to suck on your bones You're not the first one, either; Not the last one, too You have got to leave him in the dirt Go tell his mama You tell Mama to go fuck herself