CuddleMonster
Your masquerade Feels like paint, it peels away And I'm scratching these walls To uncover your eyes And bleed them Like love letters and suicide notes From gleamless chapped lips to fevered penmanship Crippled fingers diagnosed with a healthy fear of feeling again
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 21, 2026
No flowers for you till you Put the knife away Your prescence is smiling With icy veins, seizuring Seizuring Seizuring Yeah These are the lacerations Like the falling leaves And sour notes Of infatuation Compiling the sovereign erosion To my naked ears In your tranquility A coffin for me to decay in A sellable cremation You're the killer Little star Tell me how You're the killer, my little star, tell me how
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 21, 2026
I tried again last night But you held your breath like a champ The solitude Of without you Is a welcome breath Of stagnant air Stagnant air Was I the last thing On your mind? On your mind? I turned away to lose you Whispering words of longing devotion And these sheets are screaming You'll rest uneasy This time around My valentine Your silence is shoveling dirt In your grave In your grave Regret is my only keepsake A faint memento of your bitter skin Sleep well tonight And know that I wait
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 21, 2026
Severed heads don't roll Quite as well as expected A perfect body bag prom queen Waiting for her close-up Like a declawed pussy cat Bleeding On my new rug that tied The room together so well Club soda is an economically Sound solution And sallow skin spoils If not properly refridgerated
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 21, 2026
Hey there, carcinogen girl You burned to the filter somebody's baby tonight, is there anything behind those eyes? Words whispered in dear ears and written in blood Wilted lies sound sweeter when uttered past lipstick, but famished hearts can tell the difference Solemn with the burden of your love, I'll cut you from my eyes, I won't go drowning in those glazed eyes A plastic princess paper doll And you tore your pretty dress again, baby
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 21, 2026
The fragrance of spent ashtrays emanates, and The butch waitress is the only woman in my life right now Hey, flow, no need for a menu I know what's coming to me I know what's coming And these scrambled eggs are runny Just like my fucking nose Where's my free refill? Bottomless cup of salvation For my life in a vinyl booth
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 21, 2026
Thanks to theburied for sending these lyrics. Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com THE SAWTOOTH GRIN LYRICS
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 18, 2026