She's so quiet, the silence is psychotic.
Holds me like I'm frail and made of iron.
She comes in rainbow colours.
A blazing beacon in my line of fire.
I cannot climb out of her parting look.
All I've got left to remember her is her library books.
She leaves me standing on the stair. Lets me off the hook.
Trapped in the shadow of the superman.
She's just a genius with a master plan.
I'm the monster on the murder mile
Caught in the wake of February's child.
She's so agile, the dance is a narcotic.
She jumps to a conclusion like she might fly.
She sees through my alter ego.
Her mask is too confusing, so I don't try.
And in the dark the games we played all seem so infantile.
All the memory can provoke is an idiotic smile.
Hold my hand out to the rain, find a dollar bill.
You ask. "Will winter last?"
I say, "I think it will."
No time at all to underestimate.
Can't comprehend until it's far too late.
She'll search the earth but find no finer mind,
And sympathy was not her strong point at the time.
I take the hint but not the cyanide pill.
Your lack of suffering's overrated still.
You correct the spelling in my suicide note,
And put your bloodstained hands around my fuckwit throat.
Sitting with you pinprick princess, homeless for a while.
We are impossible so I lose myself in that vacant smile.
You say my prying eyes are almost instamatic now.
Pragmatic for the moment and that's all I can allow.
credits
from Carnivore,
released August 19, 2009
Lyrics: Robert Reid
Music: Rohan Voigt
Vocals: Rob
Guitar, BG vocals: Ro
Bass: Matt Voigt
Programming / Keys: Ro
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