Black Sky In Red Lyrics

Rachael Please

The inhabitants of the tundra
are structurally sound.

In fact they pass
godless into window displays.

How is your fear of mirrors, lately;
has it brought you nearer to self abuse?

I am always pleased
by your gracious excess.

Here, take this too

At times the folds of your skin
shimmer like oil slicks.

How is your fear of mirrors, lately;
has it brought you nearer to self abuse?

I am always pleased
by your gracious excess.

Here, take this too...