Sadistik & Kid Called Computer - 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 carca** 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 f**ed-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind; don't a**ign 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 f** just like a who*e 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