Milk Fed - Sugarcoma

Bones are so pretty

They shine through flesh

Happiness is empty

They’ll be nothing left

Don’t want a crown

No pressure and the weight goes down

It goes down

Take a bow

It’s not for you to see

I hide under my shadow

Can’t vomit I am empty

Not even flesh and bones

Don’t want a crown

No pressure and the weight goes down

It goes down

Take a bow

I feel fine

I feel fine

I feel fine

I feel fine

Don’t want a crown

No pressure and the weight goes down

It goes down

Take a bow