Vagabond Soul

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Tourniquet

please get me a girl tourniquet
to stop the bleeding in my heart Some weird sin to wash away the din
of how she tore us apart
your power statues swallow grave tranquilizers
while scratching at the elegy of trash
cement wonder kiss elimination rat poison bliss
in such a sprawling breeze that your candle can't be lit

I cant shoot up nor come down
and when I yell I don't make a sound

my death light bright white violence girl
gray kingdom of doubt lost bubblegum world
void under the gnarled cross of the highways killer elite
devouring all diamonds solid and complete
more fire 'n' blood and ruined saint plateaus
as Satan's dandruff serves might justice on her soul
scum's prettiest flower so Halloween obscene
her moth maelstrom just keeps her far from me

I cant shoot up nor come down
and when I yell I don't make a sound
I know there's nothing really left
so I guess I know I will no longer stick around
yeah I will no longer stick around

yeah I know your still out there
yes I know how bad you've faired
yeah I know that you are dying
but I just cant find the will to even care
no I just don't have the will to even care