Album: CUDDLE MONSTER No flowers for you til you put the 
knife away your prescence is smiling with icy veins 
seizuring these are the lacerations like falling leaves 
and sour notes of infatuation compiling the sovereign 
erosion of my naked ears in your tranquility a coffin for 
me to decay in a sellable cremation youre the killer, my 
little star, tell me how