Rotten Fruit lyrics

Saw spilt blood in February
It presented itself burgundy on my sleeve
A juxtaposing love, Bromley
With the dreariness of the afternoon dark you try to tame the shrew that clearly never wanted you
A man, like you, would touch a rotten fruit
Oh, if it had lipstick and lungs
Sugar doesn't present itself on the tongue
There aren't ants swelling inside the throat
So what sweetness do you so eagerly wish to taste?
All i taste like is burnt burgundy
You wish to snap a thigh bone, you dont want a good tradition to go to waste
But you'll throw away thе bones as soon as you’re full
Play her thе fool
Then you'll discard her too


My heart physically burns,
Oh, it yearns,
To feel the touch of a mans hand that has the intent to think I have a mind,
rather to touch my body to feel for if it buries landmines; Disarm me.
I harbour no treasure, is this skin not enough?
I am no clam, there is no pearl, no prize for your taking, surrender the digging
Not your possession
And you thinking that's a challenge and not a statement is your bleeding obsession
You are not my king, and to your ego that is my sin
On with the beheading
Past tense, entangled in black lace with a candle lit face, that was the time you cherished me in
but now with a steady hand, you resent my kind
You loved me sad and resented me happy
Your love was burgundy
I push plentiful falsehoods to feel good
My mouth isn’t your ashtray
Nor my teeth are your clementine sweets
the blood in my veins turns burgundy once cold
see, I hold multitudes that i do not even know

addiction ate you till there was nothing left in it’s mouth
even he couldn’t stomach your bitterness, he spat you out
not even the cannibal could love the warmth of your body

I am the daughter of Hysteria
Temper, the God-Father
All you are is a senseless wanderer
All men are liars, all women are forgivers
And the potential of love slipped between our fingers

Love is burgundy and full of hate,
A fatty meat which we discard
There is protein beneath its skin
But we boiled it too long
Now we will die thin
God’ll utter, “Good riddance”
As we rot from within