Twitching in the Auras

It's the sadist teeth in me,
 the fake ones I use to bite my own tongue
 and let the blood fill until it's ready to leak.
 Outfine every pair of parched fucking lips
 and watch as they drink as I spit.
 I sold it straight from the bottle
 because the glass is thick enough
 when death holds a quiet gold
 and simple tax gets lost in the dust.
 It's replaced by roaring murders
 It's replaced by the decimate fucks.
 It's the sadist teeth in me,
 with a drive to be there for the hanging.
 It's the sadist teeth in me,
 rendered immobile under all
 the fresh wide graves.
 I've crept through your windows
 and I watched the cobwebs collect.
 I've looked on as your gardens flood
 and cement in your driveway cracked.
 It's the sadist teeth in me
 and honesty from the shit like us
 is spoken like library screams.
 Still stacked on silent complete.
 It's the sadist teeth in me.
 It's the sadist in me.
 All abound,
 it's the sadist in me.
 It's the sadist in me.
 It's the sadist in...