Jezebel Lyrics - When The Kite String Pops - Acid Bath

Her throat is soft, her lips are red 

Her thighs are white, her heart is dead 

Jezabell 

Red rope burns around her wrists 

Her blood is cold a serpent's kiss 

Do you love your whore? I like to hear you beg 

She's crouched down in the corner with her hands between her legs 

Jezabell 

Broken glass and dirty needles 

Soul erosion truth 

Electric god our superman 

Found dead in a telephone booth 

Shards of teeth ice pick abortions 

Orgasmic death, so warm 

Let's die screamin' black goat semen 

I can't hear you whisper "conform" 

Hearts will stop and brain cells pop 

Apocalyptic sunshine high 

She screams bloody murder as they chop off her fingers 

So this is how it feels to die 

But its O.K. 

She was screamin' bout conspiracy 

Talkin' bout talkin' sides 

I was masturbating just contemplating 

The cold love of suicide