Can you tell?

Is this hell?
Or are we actually in good health?
Can you tell?

Does your heart hurt? After your time in oblivion
Are your liver and lungs failing?
I can heal you child...but fate only quickens your abortion.
This sea of black blood lures pure sin...and we continue sailing.

Can you tell?
Do you buy new things...for me?
Tell me, what do you have to sell?

Pretty flowers?
Candy hearts?
Can you hold them?
After your -cut-box-cut-...I got blood on my pants.

Was it your mind that fell?
Finding shelter amongst neurotic angels
Can you tell?

Making yourself justified in deed not virtue,
Your actions at home:
Where no one has a clear view.
Do we believe the fate of your Rome?

Can you tell...?
If you're correctly woven in perception?
The perfect candidate can be born into requiem, oh well...

Do you still hunt like we used to?
Moving from street to street in deceit
Searching, stalking, starting your planning.
I think you should have a seat.

- The Hurt.
Flowers -
Justifying -
- The Hunt.