Boogiewoman

Now everywhere I see is brown
Dirt and dust, dry rocks and mountains
Stockholm Syndrome, blistered mouth
Planet’s bare and nothing’s sprouting
Since you let go of my hand
I’m crying tears of sand
I’m surprised to see you wake
And more surprised to hear you saying
«I'll be your Boogiewoman if you’ll be my Boogieman
At night, go hand in hand
Kick up dust across the badlands
I’ll be your Boogiewoman if you’ll be my Boogieman
Now that you’ve grown on me
I won’t let you down again»
Everything I see is black
Houses, churches, charred from fire
Capgras syndrome, who are y’all?
Slept all night, despair can call
Final tear drop filled your eye
Down your cheek, hung from your chin
Broke your curse when it hit the ground
That’s when you spoke again
«I'll be your Boogiewoman if you’ll be my Boogieman
At night, go hand in hand
Kick up dust across the badlands
I’ll be your Boogiewoman if you’ll be my Boogieman
Now that you’ve grown on me
I won’t let you down again»
Depersonalization
Sexual levitation
Acid precipitation
Electro ejaculation
Time passes wildly, time passes blind
And rivers, they don’t know which way to flow when they’re dry
Stars still spin, reeling, confused with our love
Only death is truly sure from above
Now everything I see is stained
Gnashing teeth, tormented brain
Cotard syndrome, died of thirst
You’re not me, I was her first