Lust Disease

Scrape the excess good from my head
Paste upon me the waste that’s made me whole
I peel so softly my favourite pet
I’ll erase it if the face won’t fly

Cut along the dotted line
And find the hidden face
I know it will replace the one I left behind
Remove it from the sheet
And hang it up to dry
Leave it until it’s ready to crumble

In the closet it will be the same
Same as always as it was before
Fore the widows came crawling through my head
Head, weaving webs of lust disease

Painted happiness hiding my weaknesses
Tape my eyes shut to set my mind at ease
Force the glue out, feel my soul burn
I will trace it if the face won’t stay

Cut along the dotted line
And find the hidden face
I know it will replace the one I left behind
Remove it from the sheet
And hang it up to dry
Leave it until it’s ready to crumble

In the closet it will be the same
Same as always as it was before
Fore the widows came crawling through my head
Head, weaving webs of lust disease

I feel not a thing for this picture inside
No way, no where to take
The loosening places, the faces that hide

In the closet it will be the same
Same as always as it was before
Fore the widows came crawling through my head
Head, weaving webs of lust disease

In the closet it will be the same
Same as always as it was before
Fore the widows came crawling through my head
Head, weaving webs of lust disease