Genocidal Crush - Beastmilk

Kiss slit throats, mute limbs gope

The wicks of an eye, a hangman’s rope

Drug-white nights, a supper of knives

Kiss slit throats, mute limbs gope

The wicks of an eye, a hangman’s rope

Drug-white nights, a supper of knives

Spittle in hair, claw the air

I’ll bring the devil and you read the details

Shock takes hold, a gentle choke

Bones grind bone, wet skin’s cold

Meag rubbed with salt, suck suck suck

Broken necks neck, lick the stroke

Of the sighs, come sweet ills tonight

An innocent kiss turns to lust

I’ve got a genocidal crush

When it all gets too much

I feel a genocidal crush

When we touch touch touch touch

I’ve got a genocidal crush

When the blood starts to rush

I’ve got a genocidal crush

Gaggle wounds, lunatic swoon

A moment ache, cancerous shake

Burning lust, filling the cup

Beating back tears, tearing up

Our visions come to life

The world deserves to die