Facebook
Twitter
Instagram
YouTube
iTunes
Spotify
Bandsintown
vk
title-01-kiss-swallow

Kiss And Swallow

Do you pay for your crimes?
Does the punishment fit or drag your style to zero?
You’re nothing till the weekend

If you think that you’re the thrill
Take a look at your life, you kneel before your heroes
You’re nothing till the weekend

Could you care for the blind?
Tell me all in all they’re just your kind of zeros
Something for the weekend

And if you think that you can spell
Make a list of the cunts you’d send to hell and send them
Send them on the weekend

Echo echo, I know it’s a sin to kiss and swallow
Echo echo, a kick in the head to kill the hollow

Do you care for the blind?
Tell me all in all they’re just your kind of zeros
Something for the weekend

And if you think that you can spell
Make a list of the cunts you’d send to hell and send them
Send them on the weekend

Echo echo, I know it’s a sin to kiss and swallow
Echo echo, a kick in the head to kill the hollow

Are you listening?
Now, in the narrower sense
I can hold you down
By candlelight with indifference
Let the comfort stop
I love you on your right side
It happens
The promise is broken
The reason is let go
It happens
Are you listening?
I know it’s a sin but tell me it happens

Sailor

In our cell you ask me do I wanna be a sailor
In our cell you ask me do I wanna be a sailor
I think dirt – a suicide jump to run a self check
Oh my girl, do you only like the younger or the braindead?

Three way, freeway
Take me like a sailor
Three way, freeway
Wanna be a sailor
Quick step, boy girl
Love me like you love her
A knee jerk, slow work
Wanna be a sailor

In our cell you ask me do I wanna be a sailor
In our cell you ask me do I wanna be a sailor
A child-like lipstick fight before the nose dive
My princess, do you only like the easy and the snowblind?

Three way, freeway
Take me like a sailor
Three way, freeway
Wanna be a sailor
Quick step, boy girl
Love me like you love her
A knee jerk, slow work
Wanna be a sailor

Like a fever I wanna be a sailor

Naked But Safe

The least wishes are orders
Born, raised and cornered
I was kept, fed and watered
They tied me to the radiator

Kicked around and locked down
Left in the cold to self-harm
This is all that I know
Naked but safe and lifelessly yours

Keep me fed, keep me watered
Naked but safe

Simple Girl

The perfect taste that leaves your mouth
The vodka tongue that spits it out
Violate me, January victim
All my life I’ve wasted for this
Violate me, show me your religion
All my time I’ve waited

Simple girl
I need you in the world

And so the kiss became the cold
After the crash and my cosmetic lows
You resurrect me, stand me to attention
Take my voices, learn to love them
You’re the Christmas, promising the summer
All my life I’ve waited

Simple girl
I need you in the world
Want you in the world

Mercy

Mercy – well I melt in the kiss by the words and the whispers you sing me
Mercy – I’m frail in the kill by submission and will that you bring me
Mercy – when I’m nothing but ego you slap me to let go and sleep free
Now I sleep free

You’re my toybox and my memories
When I smell your skin you just make my whole world weep
I’m at your feet

Mercy – when the grey turns to black and the wave’s on my back you make me smile
Mercy – it’s the trauma and martyr you crush into pleasure and downtime
Mercy – it’s the shining of you that just breaks me in two like a lifeline
You’re my lifeline

I’m the idiot to your poetry
When you burn you bleach everything and all I need
Is at your feet

Mercy – are the licks and the lips of temptation just tricks not for playing?
Mercy – are you the camera suck gun slut to headphone fuck holes in my being?
Mercy – are you everything which put the sex into bitch or just faking?
Do you fake it?

So I celebrate your chemistry
If you bond with me, I could make your whole world sweet
I’m on my knees

Your Joy Is My Low

He takes your face and positions it to take your mouth
You bite, you bite to excite yourself
He wants the colour of you to wear and feel alive
And you bite, and I’m awake and I’m the slave tonight

You lie, you lie to spare my life
You needed it, he tasted you inside out

Say it
Your joy, your joy is my low
So you wash yourself to start again
Your joy, your joy is my low
When you crack the whip I crawl again

You shift the play, push the curve to sit between your thighs
It’s a sign, it’s time to exercise the lines
You want the double cut through to wet, invade and slide
So you slide, and I’m awake and I’m the slave tonight

You lie, you lie to spare my life
You needed it, he tasted you inside out

Say it
Your joy, your joy is my low
So you wash yourself to start again
Your joy, your joy is my low
When you crack the whip I crawl again

I Like Pretending

Your silver skin that crawls in rhythm, sweats like spring
Returns me
To the death wish

And all my epiphanies that branded me and broke my knees
Confirms me
Into the death wish

Misfits for free, a gravity pure expression tears
And pulls them
Into the death wish

And all our accessories that concentrate the pain and tease
Embrace them
With the deathwish

Are we pretending?
’cause I like pretending

Are we machines obsolete, alone
With symbiotic
Self indulgence?

And if we dig deep, the circuitry burnt out bends
Into neurotic
Repetition

But your silver skin soothes my aching curses and
Reminds me
That you’re worth it

The whole world’s insanities, the bleeding hearts and tragedies
Won’t distract me
From the deathwish

Are we pretending?
’cause I like pretending

You Stick It In Me

You stick it in me
Then you go to her
And then you touch me
Life question

You touch me, my voice breaks
Crawling in the grass I fake rape
I love you, you sex clown
I try to fill the hole when you clamp down

I have blood so hurt me

Skin Vision

I’ll kill myself today
If we choose devotion over low life
I’ll kill myself today
If we put direction into a world with no daylight

Violent roleplay
Codeine, champagne
The brainwash came free
Love you, leave me

With your skin vision and your leatherette eyes
You make me come
We glitter in the gutter
And silence what we come from

I’ll kill myself today
If we pull the punches and the sex drive
I’ll kill myself and name
Make the cut to castrate and take me to the frontline

Berlin, Tokyo
Bloodlust, type O
Ghosts of parties
Need you, hate me

With your skin vision and your leatherette eyes
You make me come
We glitter in the gutter
And silence what we come from

I know who you are
I know who you are
We can keep the secret
I know where you come from

Missile

So you came like a missile
Falling on my head with the black sky
Think you’re giving but you’re taking my life away

Then you came with your breeze blocks
Smashing up my face like a bus stop
Think you’re giving but you’re taking my life away

Like the drunk you convinced was sober
You keep me falling over
Think you’re giving but you’re taking my life away

With the best of intentions
You tried to give an ocean directions
Think you’re giving but you’re taking my life away

So you came like a missile
Leaving me the whole world in exile
Think you’re giving but you’re taking my life away

White Suburb Impressionism

You might keep me alive
But I can let you down any time that I like
Shoot down your absolute form in the primitive
I can’t see the point in the sense you were born with

Everybody’s someone else’s freak
Every cure is someone else’s disease
White suburb impressionism

Break my neck or my fall
Burn all the bridges and breach every wall
The sweetest of touches, the violent caress
The time of your life for the marks that you left on me

Everybody’s someone else’s freak
Every cure is someone else’s disease
White suburb impressionism

Never argue with these idiots
They drag you down to their level and beat you with ignorance
Am I through? I haven’t even started
I can’t see the point in the sense you were born with

Call me when the whole regression is complete
I’ll take you on, a piece at a time

Heatwave

She moves the street way
A hitched up skirt, a symptom of the heatwave
She let’s go lowgrade
So we can stay close to 4am the next day

If it’s for five years
I get a fantasy breeding babies in my nightmares
If she goes the street way
I get a peepshow free and a pressure drop to get laid

If you’re asking, well
I’ve just started on my breakdown
If you need to know
I’ve just started on my breakdown

She moves the street way
A pretty sweet blonde, an illusion of the heatwave
I see her legs to shoulders
And picture myself as a missionary soldier

She kicks my mouth shut
Make me go down take a pleasure pill to throw up
She moves the street way
So anything goes to release me from the heatwave

If you’re asking, well
I’ve just started on my breakdown
If you need to know
I’ve just started on my breakdown

I-Polaroids

I get up and I only wanna go to sleep
I wake up to cheap tricks living plays on me
She says my confusion shows as the holes in me
I say I’m too thirsty to think, need a drink
’cause I lost my soul to the needle, to the ink

And she knows how she kills me with her Polaroids

I know that you wish I never had been born
And I guess that you’ll give me more to cry for
She says kids are cruel to be but cool to fear
I say apart from the shit that I’m in, I am lead
I can get disconnected, I can get so dead

And she knows how she kills me with her Polaroids

0