Diskinter - Widows Weeds Lyrics

Sliding your fingers
Down my throat
And up and through my nose
Wiping the sweat from your brow
Like splinters from a rope
This shadow is contagious
It contains us in our bed
Of no hope
Widows weeds
And how many times
Will I reach for the blanket
And how many times
Must you pull out the rug
Wear your black heart
Like snot strewn
On your sharpened
Neon sleeve
Sticky misjudgments
Touchy subject
Suspect
Husband's disease
You eat our child
And mourn the loss
Of her laughter
Burn down the house
Pocket the ash
Because you're such a good actor
And how many times
Will I reach for the bucket
And how many times
Must I suck from your wound
Widows weeds
Sustaining despondency
Widows weeds
Pre proto post misology
F*cking cliche