POWMAO - Pig

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4K9vrOVwnOWbHbYLfRf4nL?si=88AN4fA1T6WEwDatU-vBEw

LYRICS:
Can I, low as I have fallen
not hold dearly to something?

Her eyes, lifeless as they may be
presented something easy

But oh, to say that I could hold you
outside of bespattered sheets
my plastic darling,
would be a dream

Unlike those witches I detest,
she’s always at her best

An idol of a girl; she always leaves me empty,
my comforting, vacuous effigy of nothing really

But oh, to say that I could hold you
outside of bespattered sheets
my plastic darling,
would be a dream

Would blood offered up in flames
fix life into her gaze?
Wine, roses, ocean candles?
There's no price I wouldn't pay!