Lyrics Bitter - Vore Complex

You say I'm growing bitter - I think you may be right
The devil's in the detail when this darkness breeds delight
You can analyse these letters but it's just like licking thorns
You license out eternity
And I will not be warm
You license out eternity
And I will not be warm

This is not a holy place
Open your eyes
Grooving in a green light of half-arsed goodbyes
Closer to the needle and the novocaine dreams
Cosmetic anaesthetics cloaking quick sick screams

Rancid from reality
Grit smeared against my skin
Queues of greased lips grub for passion
As dead veins drift towards the bin
Chiseled smiles slicked back with spittle
Slobbering egos mount the drain
If you want my adulation
Leash me on a shorter chain
If you want my adulation
Leash me on a shorter chain

This is not a holy place
Open your eyes
Grooving in a green light of half-arsed goodbyes
Closer to the needle and the novocaine dreams
Cosmetic anaesthetics cloaking quick sick screams

Love songs strapped in ligatures
Each kiss dolled up for cash
The lost set torching hyacinths
For addicts craving ash
A sun-beam hacked to death
A kind word dragged raw through the street
As stale children dance for splinters
And we stab ourselves to sleep

The sweat leaks from my eyeballs
Headaches shoot through every pore
With a clammy cut-price destiny
Shoved underneath my door
As your crowds of hired angels
Brand me just another fool
I'd forge a fresher hell here
But I can't afford the tools

This is not a holy place
Open your eyes
Grooving in a green light of half-arsed goodbyes
Closer to the needle and the novocaine dreams
Cosmetic anaesthetics cloaking quick sick screams

This is not a holy place
Open your eyes
Grooving in a green light of half-arsed goodbyes
Closer to the needle and the novocaine dreams
Cosmetic anaesthetics cloaking quick sick screams