Black Sky In Red Lyrics

The inhabitants of the tundra
are structurally sound.

In fact they pass
godless into window displays.

How is your fear of mirrors, lately;
has it brought you nearer to self abuse?

I am always pleased
by your gracious excess.

Here, take this too At times the folds of your skin
shimmer like oil slicks.

How is your fear of mirrors, lately;
has it brought you nearer to self abuse?

I am always pleased
by your gracious excess.

Here, take this too...

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