A Suitable Beast ft. Aphrow

Fascinated with guns, death and wearing a dress

He used to play cello now scotch is the scent of his breath

Strip a man of his secrets and what the fuck is left

To be listened to he had to lie with his chest

I mean the loss of a lover can cause the brain to rupture

He said wounds don't matter, life just gets rougher

He took words and made them alive but always medicated

Better to die in disillusioned youth than worn out and jaded

A solider with meaningless medals and meaningful scars

The shrapnel in his leg settled now he's limping through bars

Death came to his cot, your avatar will consume you

It's hard to live up to those lies that bloomed in you