Velvet Acid Christ

darkness again
sleeping upside down
on a pillow of nails
push it, smile
oh talk, talk, talk, talk, talk for a while
blinded, blinded
can't see a door in front of me
you open up, and walk all over me
a sin for a bottle of gin
drunken
flowers bloom in a high fashion season
it's all over me, all over me, greed
open up in my mind
oh so conned to be jerked back into the 50's
and become some macho scum that makes me bleed
oh why will you turn on me?
why do you smile like that?
darkness again
sleeping upside down
on a pillow made of nails
mental shock
mental shock
mental shock