Bedsores to the Bones Lyrics

Lady doom of eternal night
She comes to greet me
My family, painfully obsolete
They come to patronize me
Good little bees a buzzin' wholesome
Fixing my golden honey combed hair
Such a queen like affair

Phantoms blow a breeze enough to freeze
Lift scorching fevers above the crimson sheets
Confront a grim grin to a smile
Extremely far from near and near a mile
Heavy set eyes
Nothing to epitomize

Spine as stiff as stone
Bedsores to the bone
Cancerous fucking breed
From my pores I bleed
From my pores I bleed
Bedsores to the bone
Paper thin devoid of any glow
Bedsores to the bone
I fear the dark
I fear the dark

Longing for the grand departure
A well planned great escape
Sunken into pillows, fluffed just right
Ninety pounds into the grave
Sulking around by the hour
And the hour into days
And the days into eternity
Won't you sit by my bed one last time?

My death mask is imprinted like a foreign tattoo unknown to me until now
It's permanent and encouraged; the pain dissipates from my fleshy shell

Come forth to me

The skeptical parade of the lost
Marches to the beat of them dyin' hearts
Slows to a crawl like a southern drawl
The distant passage awaits my arrival
Just outside the halls by my room

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Quietly whispering my name from the corridor...Mabel
Glimpse at the nauseating collection of do-gooders and bed wetters
The costumed caravan bears masks of resentment

It holds a place of council
A place of worship, a place to rest
Yet I find no need to follow
No need to follow