possums! from house guts by Averimoone

Our skulls might never fuse
But our bodies will find a use
Like fertilizing bogs
For the dermestids' abuse
We could forage on some ticks
We could cleanse the land of cysts
Misbehave and form a cult
Stink of weed and incense sticks

We could make this beautiful
We could make this beautiful
For you
For us
For new

I want you in my home
Can't shake it from my bones
My guts are opened up
The tapeworm raps alone
And the oleander breath
I'll gorge on it I guess
I will be born anew
Metastasizing wreck

Don't forget the mess you were
Don't forget the him and her
All the names are in your blood
All the spit sticks to your fur
Even if I die alone
I'm gonna leave a pile of bones
I'm gonna dream some crazy dreams
Dissipate in salt and foam

We could make this beautiful
We could make this beautiful
For you
For us
For new

We could be weird
We could be scared
We could be queer
We could repair our house
We could be fags
We could be fucking
We could freaking
We could be loving ourselves

We could be weird
We could be scared
We could be queer
We could repair our house
We could be fags
We could be fucking
We could freaking
We could be loving ourselves

We could be weird
We could be scared
We could be queer
We could repair our house
We could be fags
We could be fucking
We could freaking
We could be loving ourselves

I know I need someone to love
I know I need something to save
I’ll float down to the, float down to the dream
I'll float down to a dream
I'll float down to a dream
I’ll float down to the, float down to the dream

• Experimental
• Pop
• indie
• industrial
• lo-fi
• Slidell