Bandages from Black Mirror by Wayne Szalinski

you're looking at me now and i don't know what to say
medicine from the mouth is poison in the brain
and wet black streaks are scarring the side of your face
i watch you undress and sleep in the mess you made

you'd look prettier dead
so i'll take you by the hand and direct you to the bed
you'll strain your lungs into the pillow crying
no no no

after it is done, i can see the stains on your teeth
and the sides of your face seem to lack all symmetry
i will forgive and never forget,
i won't deny my philosophy's amiss
these words are poison delivered through the lips
stating it simply: ignorance is bliss

you'd look prettier dead
so i'll take you by the hand and direct you to the bed
you'll strain your lungs into the pillow sighing
oh oh oh

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