Songs To Sing To The Marauder's Wife...


Oh Juliet,
Drink your poison now.
Because these lips of mine will never touch yours again
The body count is just growing
No one will close the door to hell
If you turn away from the gateway
Who's to see us falling down to the depths of our own


Revolving Doors.
Your inwards then outwards
Your innards spilled on the deck
The Sailors are coming forward
Confessing to who's responsible for the shipwreck

But no one knows where the captain is
He's lost and not yet found
We're bound to the floor the the vultures eat us alive
And the sharks will drag our bodies out into the ocean.
To fill our lungs with water
And watch us drown...

Is not a message that we're waiting for,
It's a sign.


It's like the first time, every time
I look into your eyes and see
There are unicorns crossing the pasture
and I'm tired.
But they beg me to ride them,
so I try.
But they end up throwing to the dirty filthy ground below the sea
And trample me to death before I'm ever able to breathe.
Oh, these twisted images are in my head and I can't stop them
If I could find the place to put the knife I'd....

Nobody loves the killer but the killer
No one eats the leftovers but the birds
No one finds it funny that there's a murder of crows
and they're all flying towards our souls.


Passionate beauty
Hung from the ceiling
They thought her a witch and so
They threw her from the cliff

And I watched you fly
But only to your death, never did you once
Flap a wing
Sometimes I wish
That you were a bird
And you could have just flown away

Scarlet in color
Naive they say
Only evil could produce such a beauty
they informed me as they threw you away

And I watched you fly
But only to your death, your body imprisoned by
As your body hit the ground, I knew that there was no hope.
And they'd taken you from me.

Love causes flame.
But death breaths a fire.
And I set their houses ablaze
I watched them all burn at your altar.

And I watched them die
But only til their deaths, in a vengeance for what they had done.
They took from me love
and sent it to the ground like a graceful white dove.
The wind in your hair matched the fire in theirs as
I watched them all burn.

Who would have known that the water
had been thrown away.


Death is like your piano keys
88 saints in a row
The high ones, the low ones, and the ones in between
All lined up for the show.

Don't stain the pearly whites with blood because
Murder is hard to wash out of the body
Flights of wingless birds will never stop me
From forgetting the solace I found here
One day when it dies.

I've written my own obituary, in my blood
on your adulterers bed.
I hope it comes to claim, because nothing will tame you
from getting the revenge that you want.
Oh Sarah, full of life and full of joy
How I dare you to give all your treasures away
Because it's hardly a gift when it comes with such ease.
The death that you've held at the grave.


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