We are only cannibals, blessed with the whitest of teeth.
Neurotic fucking animals explode from underneath.
Scissors slice their way out of safety from a cardboard box,
pointing at you in shame tonight, so start changing the locks.

Lacerations expose your veins in hypnotic designs.
Red lights flash above your bed, but you didn’t catch their signs.
The sharpest events breathe puncture wounds like pink suicide,
splitting the tip of your tongue for every moment you’ve lied.

Satan rapes the innocent of glory to watch them cry,
then chews apart their organs, spitting blood before they die.
Announce the shallow concept of hope, screaming through the wall
to mutilate the purpose of your soul while angels fall.

Feathers torn from sparrows are slowly stapled to your head,
creating a crown of violence above the mouth you’ve fed.
Swallow each venomous tear that burns like the flame of a cult.
Gagging and scratching for mercy, you veil the cruel assault.

We are only fever’s wings, losing control in the wind,
once sterilizing pretty things and laughing as they’d sinned.
Scissors lose their shine with pandemonium subsiding,
but closing on your lips, you know that they’re always guiding.