Lily Pink what do you think of in your head

Well I suppose I'd like to know what's in your heart and how it grows

Coil rows of things I threw up in your face

Sharpened pain again and again in your face

It's only cause I like to make a slide slow into your warm insides

Bright and thick your head it sits up at the top

Taking swings I try to bring you down

Knock you off your balance

Your logic attracts

You break apart and find your bloody heart

Lily Pink what do you think of

Lily Pink what do you think of