All You See In Me Is Death

A form of slick moving
Is owned by your thick neck
Mustang eyes and whiskers
Feathered hat, feathered hat

Motives and great thinkers
You feel inside of your hand
Salinger and fitzgerald
Must have been love in disguise

And you look me in the eyes and say
"you are not degraded"
You look me in the eyes and say
"you are not degraded"

All you see in me is death
All you see in me is death

All you see in me is death
All you see in me is death

All you see in me is death
All you see in me is death

All you see in me is death
All you see in me is death