I put it all on black, no color you're all dressed in

And a stab in the back left you bleeding on the floor

And I'm mourning the death, the recent passing of your insides

I smile in regret every time I think of how I spoke to you



I put it all in back of my mind where I hold you

I'm just trying to keep track how far back it really goes

And I'm living in lack of the blood sent from the heavens

I'm just trying to relax as the killer's waiting right outside my door



What's black and white?

What's read all over?

This tired book, organ donor



Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree

It hasn't rained in years

I bring you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears

And where that is, I'm pleased as piss to say, I'll never really know



I put them all in black, the four walls of my bedroom

And I trimmed them in red, peeled your picture off the wall

And I'm living in lack of the blood sent from your heartbeat

That arrived in your neck every time I salivated over you



What's upside down?

What's coated in silver?

This crucifix, my four leaf clover



Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree

It hasn't rained in years

I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears

And where that is, I'm pleased as piss to say, I'll never really know



One of these days, it's gonna catch up to you

Throwing looks like those around

One of these nights, I promise to you

I'll soon be sleeping sound

As soon as I leave town