This one's for the one who hasn't been caught yet.
lyrics
It’s like
Y’ever know someone with really bad teeth
I mean blacked up soft and like twisted up teeth
Y’ever be talkin your eyes into lookin up into their eyes or their hair or their forehead just so you don’t have to look down at them teeth
An you watch their hand flutter up around their mouth maybe
Like if they’re talking or eating or something like
It’s gonna make you stop looking but it makes you
Look even more like oh man just oh man that is
fucked up
in there
busted up
blacked up
tar packed
criss cross
bad weather
horror show
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-
1-2-3-4-5
or
Y’ever know someone who did you a wrong
Maybe a person who’s telling a lie and they
Think you don’t know and they’re being real careful
But that only makes you know more that they’re lying
They just keep on talking, they can’t see their face move
They have no idea how much a face shows
They’ve got black sticky lie foaming out of their mouth
And although you don’t want to you can’t look away—oh man--
fucked up
in there
busted up
blacked up
tar packed
criss cross
bad weather
bad weather
bad weather
horror show.
Let me tell you something.
Listen to me.
You should stop then.
Listen to me.
Drag your eyes down their face and look at that mouth that glistening hole and the black and the shame that glows all around it--
That’s your morning star, my friend.
Congratulations.
You found a bag of damage
they're dragging every dark mile from here to home.
You found a treasure-latch.
A private avalanche of broken
Where their chaos and damage crawled into a hole.
The hole to the hollow.
You found the door.
Now find the key.
Everybody has a key
Their secret rusted key
At the bottom of the drawer
In the medicine cabinet
In the gutter of their broken heart
In the driveway, in the rain
All you gotta do is find the key.
And if you stick the key in just right
If you say things just right
Angle yourself in
Stick the key in
I promise you
darlin
it’ll fit.
And you can go in
And you can go in
And you can go in
1-2-3-4-5...
And burn the house down.
credits
from Angelmakers: Songs for Female Serial Killers,
released August 8, 2018
Molly Rice: lyrics and music
Milia Ayache: lead vocals, electric guitar
Zorahna: bass, background vocals
Michele Dunlap: drums
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