Wings like a hornet drunk on disease
it carries inside its genitals
She seeps into my dreams like a pollinator
The absynthine fairy visits me
when I can't get any sleep
Like with the old masters she is
giving me visions to paint
She's like a drug, her resin skin tastes like leather
burning red scars into my back every time I drink her
She was once a girl that I knew, that I slept with
Now she's virtual, at least when I take my medicine
I took off her head, now I'm in a straight jacket
Deaf Club eschew their usual harsh grind MO for moodier textures on this Killing Joke cover, benefiting Fair Fight through 1/4/2021. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020
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