| The Ashes In Her Breath |
|---|
| You’re living in a fog |
| Of burning leaves |
| Countess countless venom |
| Miss disease |
| Your busy fingers |
| Have yellow tips |
| They’re always serving |
| Your busy lips |
| The ashes in your breath |
| Taste like cancer |
| The somber scent of death |
| You’re a poison tip dancer |
| But still I love you |
| I love you so much |
| I could choke on your fumes |
| But I live for your touch |
| The state of your lungs |
| Is the state I’m in |
| And the air around you |
| Is getting thin |
| I don’t sleep anymore |
| Just living the past |
| 'Cause every moment with you |
| Is gonna be my last |
| The ashes in your breath |
| Taste like cancer |
| The somber scent of death |
| You’re a poison tip dancer |
| But still I love you |
| I love you so much |
| I could choke on your fumes |
| But I live for your touch |
