The Teeth Collector Lyrics - Pretty Girls Make Graves

I'm unfolding little scraps of paper 

I'm dotting 'I's' and crossing 'T's' 

Like a ghost, you were the gardener 

That snuck in and planted seed 

Decay, your words acidic taste 

I'm unfolding little scraps of paper 

But I'll pluck you like a dead bug from my feet 

No more voices on the radio 

No more waiting by the telephone 

Arrows aim to crack rib cages 

But your venom's weak in my blood 

Your poison scabs, coagulated 

Your hardest try is never enough 

Decay, your words acidic taste 

I'm unfolding little scraps of paper 

But I'll pluck you like a dead bug from my feet 

The tooth is rotten, yank it out 

Your words are cancer in my mouth 

This captain's ship is going down