Caught in vines tearing me apart, I can only hope my death is still considered art, (everything you make everything you hate everything I ate) , cease to exist, I feel acid in the kiss, the life in his eyes gone long ago, ribcage torn open for the murder of crows, (everything you make, everything you hate, everything I ate) here in this crippled state, bound and forever, bloody from the child that you sever in two, it only takes a few, black hearts can get the gas too everything you make( I want your blood on me) everything you hate (come taste of the savagery) everything I ate (you're vile and you're in me) vile that you're in me