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Bluelight Crew
You scratch the inside of my head,
I claw the ceiling of your mind
We're taking turns to stigmatize,
we're taking turns to crucify
My blood covers your hands
and I'm drowning in your palm
You're torn apart and once again
we blame it on my blinding charms
You mention bygone salad days
when I think of scars and broken bones
And this pale skin that clings to me
is the closest thing I've come to home
As our pupils swallow everything
our hearts pump shallow breaths
With your nails deep under my skin
you whisper,
"You've seen nothing yet"
And you scratch the inside of my head
as I claw the ceiling of your mind
We're taking turns to stigmatize
and to love is to crucify,
and to love is to crucify
I claw the ceiling of your mind
We're taking turns to stigmatize,
we're taking turns to crucify
My blood covers your hands
and I'm drowning in your palm
You're torn apart and once again
we blame it on my blinding charms
You mention bygone salad days
when I think of scars and broken bones
And this pale skin that clings to me
is the closest thing I've come to home
As our pupils swallow everything
our hearts pump shallow breaths
With your nails deep under my skin
you whisper,
"You've seen nothing yet"
And you scratch the inside of my head
as I claw the ceiling of your mind
We're taking turns to stigmatize
and to love is to crucify,
and to love is to crucify
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