ALBUM REVIEW: bottom surgery – cold summer
You can’t stand being around me.
You can’t stand being around me.
Leave her to sing her withered songs, In tunnels painted like the dawn.
Resentment always simmers.
So this is what you want? A world not suitable for life?
Tightrope walk a fine thread through this abattoir world.
Tell all your your friends you hate me – I won’t try to stop it
I can’t sleep, I can’t think.
Fulfill the need to see them crawl.