The Sawtooth Grin

I AM NOT THE SAWTOOTH GRIN



Lyrics (Cuddlemonster)

give me the amulet, you bitch

your masquerade feels like paint it peels away and i'm scratching these walls to uncover your eyes and bleed them like love letters and suicide notes from gleamless chapped lips to fevered penmanship crippled fingers diagnosed with a healthy fear of feeling again



a 2 minute lecture on the finer points of instability

no flowers for you till you put the knife away your presence is smiling with icy veins seizuring these are the lacerations like falling leaves and sour notes of infatuation compiling the sovereign erosion of my naked ears in your tranquility a coffin for me to decay in a sellable cremation you're the killer, my little star, tell me how



sometimes she tasted like burnt plastic smells

i tried again last night but you held your breath like a fucking champ the solitude of without you is a welcome breath of stagnant air was i the last thing on your mind? i turned away to lose you whispering words of longing devotion and these sheets are screaming you'll rest uneasy this time around my valentine your silence is shoveling dirt in your grave regret is my only keepsake a faint memento of your bitter skin sleep well tonight and know that i wait



meat hook marty and the pajama party

severed heads don't roll quite as well as expected a perfect body bag prom queen waiting for her close up like a declawed pussy cat bleeding on my new rug that tied the room together so well club soda is an economically sound solution and sallow skin spoils if not properly refrigerated



please shit all over me, i love it

hey there carcinogen girl you burned to the filter somebody's baby tonight is there anything behind those eyes? words whispered in dear ears and written in blood wilted lies sound sweeter when uttered past lipstick but famished hearts can tell the difference solemn with the burden of your love ill cut you from my eyes i wont go drowning in those glazed eyes a plastic princess paper doll and you tore your pretty dress again



satan would sit in the smoking section, but he doesn't like the creepy waiter

the fragrance of spent ashtrays emanates and the butch waitress is the only woman in my life right now hey flow no need for a menu i know what's coming to me and these scrambled eggs are runny just like my fucking nose where's my free refill? bottomless cup of salvation for my life in a vinyl booth



Lyrics (Pervavor)

pervavor

these words will leave you shaking, from the

vomit caked lips that you'd beg with, to the ones you

hold captive below, close your eyes and i'll take it

all. a kaleidoscope of degradation, riding swift off

molesting hands, spend your heavy eyelids thanking

jesus christ i'm a coward. lets play hide and seek,

i'll be your special friend, lets play hide and seek,

lets play dead.



boxcutter facelift

the scent is unmistakable.

a trunkfull of sallow skin sacks, slowly draining fluid

through pinhole perforations. so compliant, so

terrified. an exquisite boxcutter facelift births a

chloroform smile. ear to ear with crimson jubilance.

don't ever breathe. each gasp pulls slivers of rust

from your lips, floats them down to your lungs like

paper. each shaving of bone fails to grace the floor.

were i not a respected surgeon, i'd act on the urge to

wallpaper the room with what's inside you.



rape kit aficionado

I've constructed an accolade

worthy masturbating apparatus from the scrapes of your

pelvic region. now I have to inquire, does my soiled

verse linger in your ears? my poison semen will make

short work of you no? your recolection is just as

clouded as your delicate throat was flooded. draw your

untouched eyes to the corner where I've pilled the

things I've removed. trophies & tools. trophies &

tools. all baptized in pools of secretion. whites &

reds. whites & reds. a connoissour of dissection,

textbook definition arifice fixation, & the lecherous

mind to make use of whats left.



Videos (thank you Paul)



"Satan Would Sit in the Smoking Section But he Doesn't Like the Creepy Waiter"



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