I can smell cigars and petrol; a woman walks in and it’s MAD
Shoots the rainbow out my sky; what has she done and who is she?
Her eyes like a moth, always looking at me, skeleton slut obsession with death
Crooked paintings come to mind when they say cancer kills itself
See her in my mirror: a devil on wheels, her van parked in the strangest places
Dogs and children cry as she passes, scary when she’s making the strangest faces
A simple meal of cream with leather; bibles and a gun replacing service and style
Her keratin placement breaks tradition; like a spider on my mouth, no way I can smile
My fingers are shaking; what am I going to do?
Creepy woman, want to unfeel you
Blind to raw reality and I will never know you
Why do you keep on trying, creepy woman?
– Timea Kiss