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Something We Won't Talk About

 

Something We Won't Talk About

(album: Crown Of Nothing - 2018)


Poison cup, silver tongue was the start
You were gone, leaving you numb
Saw him round, super-clear he'd forgotten
Just the sound of his voice made you rotten
Succumbed
Promised he's done
You're a noose made flesh
Physical embodiment of every nightmare he wept in
But he'll never get it, never get it
Oo-oo, tell me who are you-oo?
Dry your leaking eyes out
This is something we won't talk about
Oo-oo, here, you want a tissue?
Dry your leaking eyes out
This is when it's best to pass out
Good to see ya, haven't talked since our bender
Sweating palms, asking 'do you remember?'
Oh no! We were too stoned!
Ask him by for a drink, your apartment
Plastic wrap, got a needle
You start
Pent-up scream comes out, wiping away all doubt
You're a noose made flesh
Physical embodiment of every nightmare
He wept, just another compliment
Noose made flesh
Physical embodiment of every nightmare
He wept, but he'll never get it
Never get it all, no
Oo-oo, tell me who are you-oo?
Dry your leaking eyes out
This is something we won't talk about
Oo-oo, here, you want a tissue?
Dry your leaking eyes out
This is when it's best to pass out
Now you're telling him 'don't make a sound'
Nah, he ain't some wretch you found
Now he's begging you 'please let me go'
But his ashes are needed to poison the seeds that he's sewn
Oo-oo, tell me who are you-oo?
Dry your leaking eyes out
This is something we won't talk about
Oo-oo, here, you want a tissue?
Dry your leaking eyes out
This is when it's best to pass out

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