Stitches

 

Stitches

You can say I’m something of a creep

I take little girls as dolls to keep

I stitch their mouth so they can’t say a peep

My name is Victim and I surround myself in sleep

I consume myself in the cold numbness of nothing

I’m nature and rot and I vomit quite a lot

But I’m something sinless in all my rot

Cause how do I sin without lips

I talk to the blind with my heart and hips

Sweet like sugar— cherry lips

It’s easier to empty my entire head

Then be a doll to be dead

I’ll bleed it all from my head

I’m the nightmare in your bed

To devastate and demolish

Cause I got a deadly kiss

I’ll bring anyone to bliss

I’ll break them all like this

Then I’ll stitch their lips

I’m vulgar and I’m vile

I look like the Queen of the Nile

In my head I’m rot and bile

I keep my dolls broken in a pile

Come close and stay awhile

Stay in sleep, stay in the black

My button eyes will have you hallucinating a heart attack

I want to take a soul and paint it black

I’m raggedy Anne then Jill without Jack

Can I stitch you up?

Can I sew your lips?

Can I suffocate your screams

Close your eyes for my kiss

I’m a girl of consumption and mold

My soul is rusted, dusted gold

I’m delirium in your dreams

I’m a secret stash of LSD

For your adventures and ADD

Do you like your girls crazy and mean?

I’m velvet, I’m purple, I’m your hypnotized dream

I want to make you out of flowers and eat the petals

I’m pop, I’m punk, I’m the heaviest of metals

I want to suffocate all my toys

Color doesn’t ever give me joy

I’m your bloody Valentine

Then I’m just a colorful mime

And I do it all the time

Sewing my secrets away

If you knew it all would you stay?

I’m a sunshine spring in May

I’m done playing Victim today

Free me of the sheets I lay

They are old and stale

I’m shaking and I’m frail

All the gloom and doom to consume

A black flower I eat everyday

Never did I ask Victim to stay

She’s little and tiny

Needing every last stitch

I got to save her from her Their itch

As I collect all my good little dolls

No breath no oh no AHHHHHH

They’ll all keep me safe from Their touch

Keep her safe so she doesn’t lose her lunch

No more vile, violent flowers to eat

Now I got a guard dog and he’s got his meat

Sweet like sugar – my cherry lips

No they won’t get a kiss

Cause I’ll cut off my cherry lips

Yeah, I’ll cut off my cherry lips

I’ll put ‘em in a jar to give to my dog

And he’ll eat them like an angry hog

And all the memories will go like smog

We’ll kill them till they roll like a log

Then I’ll take out my stitches

So, I can give Mr. Wolf his kisses

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