Traditional Snowfall

Lyrics for Traditional Snowfall

You said I was your favorite You are my favorite I look young but I'm an old soul Thank you I want to rip out your lower back And suck the air out of your lungs And wrap my hands around your neck And collapse your throat And squish your thorax And kiss you The cuts in my head I can't feel Friends are everywhere but I'm always leaving Dismantling us with rumors You have some fucking weird friends Always taking photos and collecting numbers What do they do with all that stuff? I barely remember your face But I think of you constantly But each repetition becomes submission Becomes more abstract It's that time is destroying us This job of mine Is just depression and longing I feel sick again Fleshstone Please don't admire me I'm sick again These fleshstones are bruised The cuticles are white and sting Moments have Moments have consequences The devil is waiting Perpetual Wrap my hands around your neck And collapse your throat And kiss you The cuts in my head I can't feel Friends are everywhere but I'm always leaving You have some fucking weird friends Always taking pictures But there was nobody outside But each repetition becomes submission Becomes more abstract True rumors Better than betrayal I said I wanted children but not now