Diva de los Muertos lyrics

I whispered in her ear just to glare inside the fences

Her ambrosia could paralyze the senses

A paradigm to hear the acid rain

Of paradise she dreamt with, the tears she can't contain

And one by one, they poured in incrementally

She took my crown of thorns and she wore it as a wedding ring

Said "I do", reciprocated vows

And blew a thousand kisses to the dissipated clouds

I held her claws as we walked between the headstones

Of those who tried connecting all the dots between her freckles

Then she let go; and so did I

As I studied hieroglyphics on her alabaster pigment

All her thoughts would compose a careful symphony

That summoned all my scars and the ghost of serendipity

They sang a hymn though that could cloak the air in mystery

To shatter all my shields, to expose a flair of misery

On a day like this, I'mma break my wrist when

I write a little bit about the strangest kiss

That would grace my lips, and the frozen tongue that was

Soaked in blood but it tasted bliss

I start to choke, break in half 'cause I can hear the battle sounds

Of gods that close their stake in hand to fight vampiric habits now

You think I'm sentimental? I think you're heavy mental

With some innocent intents too intense 'cause you said "be gentle"

And this is more or less a morbid test of sordid stress

A foreign sense of orchid scents before I lay my skull to rest

I sit alone and think of darkness while the sun is raised

You grip that throne to drink from hearts until their blood is drained

But at least you're honest, speaking like you're being modest

'Til you see a carcass at your feet and then you feast upon it

Your eyes resemble Mephistopheles, in fact

I've never seen you smile at all and all your teeth are black

The Diva de los Muertos is just swallowing my skin

When she sneaks in with the scarecrows and it's haunting me again (when she)

Clementine: I'm not gonna tip-toe around your marriage,

Or whatever it is you've got goin' there.

If you wanna be with me, be with me

Joel: Okay

Clementine: Too many guys think I'm a concept,

Or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive.

But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind;

Don't assign me yours.

(I always knew you were pretty with all those scratches on your face, look)

And while I'm all apologetic you just conjure monsters headed

To my head, it's probable, the claws are sharpened, sharp and ready

Steady when you're treading, careful not to fall in love

'Cause when I'm finally done you'll know why it's called a crush

All your bones corroded and they hide inside decaying flesh

Still you cut your tongue out 'cause you don't want to taste it yet

So save your breath, you kiss me like a guillotine

Fuck just like a whore and smell like whiskey and some Listerine

Follow me again and sing an hour with the wind

And when I travel to the gallows you just scowl me again

And grin with foul teeth and skin, when you go to bury daisies

Haunted by carriages, Rosemary's Baby

Listen grave-dancer, with disarray pander

Your lips display cancer and kissed my face after

Come and go to summon hope with cryptic, fake glamour

But under oath you cut my throat with sickle blade laughter

And it's hard to keep your sanity when spirits'll consume you

And you're consuming spirits just to peer into the voodoo

Who knew that you could smile when you take a life?

Surviving from the vitamins you're finding when you take a bite

All my questions all are meshes, wallowed sections

Of my chest, the small intestines, large intestines, all a plexus, all digested

Not to mention, you're just following a trend

When the Diva de los Muertos is just haunting me again