Lipstick Tourniquets

Something soulless

Sold you

It hates you

They wear the sheepskins,

But you are the monster

Breathing men would kill

Lucy don't go

Hold me

Haunt me

Tinctures taunt you,

Cause you are the monster

Breathing men would kill

Blame me for this

As you sit in your counting room

Coughing up blood

Just to spit in my mouth

Soon you'll be gone

And the rain will wash you away

Tucked in and gagged

Now say your prayers

Lipstick tourniquets work

When the poison begins to take hold

And for what reward?

So the simple can suck on the rinds.