Drowner’s TeÃrs

All the bitter tears we girls cry
At least wait until I’m dead to do that dance on my grave
I don’t ask for help that’s why I’m seen as inhuman
I’m choosing not to pay attention that much
I need you to talk to the unreality so I can believe that I don’t know

Me acting out of hive is not Dolls Kill
Being true to you is always thrills
Reality’s become a trauma artist I’m choosing now to not hate-watch
Regrets want to stage lives
I’m not worth the razor waves
Some bastard song we all agree on
These are the bitter tears we girls cry
All the bitter tears we girls cry

Acquiesce to truly have an aesthesis
Monosyllabic horizons collide
To shatter shells of them now claiming fragility
We clap come-ons and improvise
I just want to get so smashed
I spontaneously jump into your lap
Both of us burn to the sound of my name
These are the bitter tears we girls cry
All the bitter tears, all the angry tears we girls cry