Song | Hyperviolet |
Artist | Pig Destroyer |
Album | Prowler In the Yard |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Traced in a wet sand her name in perfect cursive. | |
A love letter to the crescent moon. | |
By tommorrow it will be gone | |
I told her. | |
There is no tommorrow she said. | |
I can feel her in a bikini of coiled snakes dancing into the hiss of the wind. | |
Postcards from a paradise in flames. | |
She used to be so right. | |
So right about everything. |