Текст песни Prurient - Traditional Snowfall

You said I was your favorite
You are my favorite
I look young but I'm an old soul
Thank you
I want to rip out your lower back
And suck the air out of your lungs
And wrap my hands around your neck
And collapse your throat
And squish your thorax
And kiss you
The cuts in my head I can't feel
Friends are everywhere but I'm always leaving
Dismantling us with rumors
You have some fucking weird friends
Always taking photos and collecting numbers
What do they do with all that stuff?
I barely remember your face
But I think of you constantly
But each repetition becomes submission
Becomes more abstract
True rumors
I said I wanted children but not now

They stopped collecting the trash
Time is destroying us

This job of mine is just depression and longing
I feel sick again
Fleshstone
Please don't admire me
I'm sick again
These fleshstones are bruised
The cuticles are white and sting
Moments have consequences
The devil is waiting
Perpetual