Four Bloody Hands

Four Bloody Hands

Let's become romantic

You can pet my nervous ticks

Let's salt each other's sores

Four bloody hands coated with gore

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become a coupling

Please think of me as a thing

Let's spike each other's drinks

Four bloody hands washed in one sink

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

How can you be so cynical

Don't you remember your past?

When the slightest touch of hers

Gave you a dopamine blast

How can you be so cynical

Don't you remember your life?
Before you shacked up with the bottle

Before you took on the knife

How can you be so cynical?
Well fuck you, that's how.

I did not choose chastity

I did not make a vow

Opioid Receptor

Opioid Receptor

I feel those endorphins exploding now

Roaring up my spine

The blackened sea dividing right before my bow

Now the ocean's mine

My skin is falling off like a banana peel

In this caustic tank

The rush that follows suffering on its heel

Spins my cogs and cranks

We all try to touch them in so many ways

Some of us take drugs

Your brain produces chemicals every day

We're living as bugs

You can stop the paranoia hammering in

As you grab the knife

Write yourself a love poem in your skin
Seduce yourself with life