truth is i prefer your body when it s cold so lay still and please don t try to hold my hand no one cares that you re alive no one knows you re about to die throat in my hands fear in your eye tears on the bed blood in my mouth hours we kill while we have the time fingers run every inch that is allowed no one cares that you re alive no one knows you re about to die throat in my hands fear in your eye tears on the bed blood in my mouth
['indie quebecois']