some things are best left unsaid

the crevice below the top of her head

containing the seed from men's desire

wretched from years of ashen fire

where did the time go

who is to blame

Warhol is leaving on a suicide plane

how much do we know

where is our shame

poisonous ointment falling like rain

some things are best left unsaid

screaming as she shook her head

where did the time go

where did our time go

(sup emo)