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letra de zombie maker - bonelang

hold a cold rag back of the neck
i know why the french call it little death
couple drops of blood
bathroom tile. checkerboard tile. blame in my head

your name’s still on pizza box receipts
hey your name’s still on pizza box receipts
hey your name’s still on pizza box receipts
hey your name’s still on pizza b-

i like the way you bleed
i like the way you make me like the way i bleed
i like the way you see. i like the way you grind your teeth
da da di
tiny little zombie crawlin’ in my sleep
talkin’ like it’s cheap. sayin’ things to me
i’m a zombie maker. tripped and k!lled a saint
how dare i k!ll a saint. they’re so hard to make

saint maker’s in a bad dream
galileo
touch and go
galileo
living room
funeral
galileo
touch and go
tadpole
galileo
orange sun
summer sky
dim light
galileo
bad dreams
galileo
living room
funeral
touch and go
orange sun
dim light
galileo

i’m not inspired like a man with a dead wife
turn you into a dull ache
useless like a rifle to a dead spy
i miss you like a dull ache
white denim with the red eyes
strawberry stain, white paper plate
fourth of july, every third june
apple for an eye, apple of my eye, eye for a-
summer night holds. different kind of moon
different kind of moon, mr. high june
summer night holds. different kind of moon

tiny little zombie crawlin’ in my sleep
talkin’ like it’s cheap
sayin’ things to me. i’m a zombie maker
tripped and k!lled a saint
how dare i k!ll a saint. they’re so hard to make

balance every ounce of grace with a drop or two of liquor
bless it with the snowflake and then hit it with the mixer
zombie maker zombie maker got my finger on the trigger
a lover is a lover as a k!ller is a k!ller
hot and cold like christmas eve was deep in the summer
breathe and i wonder what kind of uncle i’d see in my brother
get it together and put it back piece by piece with my lover
and be the hunter that they need while never feedin’ my hunger
the orange sun shine in the evenings bright
and a sunflower never turns on what feeds it light
but jesus christ i’m a heathen. a fiend in the night
and fear awakens the beast and the demons inside
i’m afraid you’ll see me and reveal the disguise
swallow a heart whole baby conceal the device
it’s the -rg-sm from h-ll but the feeling was nice
it’s easy to see you’re the only reason i write

she said “samy is it only real to you if you can hold it?
why you choose to see this as a burden to cope with?
don’t you think it’s beautiful and worthy of focus?”
i said “i’m tongue-tied as f-ck. they should’ve sent a poet”

- bonelang

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