Kento

About

Kiss the static, spit out teeth Neon bleeding underneath My reflection’s eating me Pixel tongue, apostasy Twitch, twitch, break the wrist Lick the screen for alibis God is a hard drive—scratch the disc I am the virus, I am the kiss Chop it, loop it, lose my name Bite the wire, chew the flame Motherboard melt, heaven’s a frame I wasn’t born—I was programmed in pain Maggots in the metronome Rock the cradle made of chrome Daddy’s voice is a dial tone Hollow skull, all alone Pour the milk, it curdles red Tuck me in with razor thread Angels whisper from the shed "Pretty little monster, stay unfed" Counting sheep that have no skin Counting walls that cave within I don't start and I don't end I'm the ghost your hardware bends FLICK THE SWITCH—I TASTE COPPER Tongue is split, can’t get proper Pet the rabbit, break its shopper Reality in a blender—chop her AAAAH— static kiss AAAAH— I don't exist Just a glitch in heaven’s fist Punch the light until it twists Rubber suit and latex grin Let the venom sink in I am where the rot begins Press repeat—let the rot win Crush the melody to dust Eat the reverb, break the trust My own shadow turned to rust God is just a feedback bust March, march, peel the floor Hear the knock behind the door It’s just me—I’m such a bore Kill the silence—ask for more Pour the acid in the choir Set my bones on holy fire I'm the liar's liar's liar Everything I touch expires

Lyrics

Kiss the cell of external tea, the unbleeding underneath.
The mist that shimmers evenly, freaks out an apostasy.
Twitched it, played the mist, licked the screen for the day.
I'm easy, I just scratch the desk and I buy myself a kiss.
Shut up, I don't know what I mean, but I want you to say
that I don't matter, I didn't say a thing.
I wasn't born, I wasn't pregnant until
And it's in the mansion of a clown made of coal
Daddy's voice is a dial-tone
Almost gone
Yogi Carlos would tuck me in, but there's a sign
He just stays on the shelf
Freddy Devorah says, stay outside
A dish that had no skin, had the most up in me sin
I don't stand on that one end, I'll make you see a whole new dance
Fit the swish of this cup, bet on my stare, I can't get that shot
I'll dance around and I'll sin and I'll let you know
I don't know what the queen is, she's a day or two
I must go now, I'll get caught elsewhere
Tuck me in, it's recess hour
Is this a space on the shelf?
Baby, that don't necessitate answer
Countess, you don't have no skin
Tell the boys I came here to say
And don't stand there all alone, I'll make us your own weddings
Pizzas with your taste so bad, don't miss them, I can't care
That they're not there, they can't shut the reality in
And then they shut us down in cases, just that they shouldn't have

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