Vane Lily - Higanbana milk tea

Picking at flowers by the footsteps of your grave
Eating the thorns trapped in a monochromatic daze
They say it’s nature
No, i can just run away-

Wait, don’t go
Won’t you help me dissect my brain?

For a hardass
You’re rather strange
With your crucifix and mistress
You play quite the game

Like an actor
You know every way
To adorn your heart with broken shards
And hide the blame

So, for twenty-one fucking years
Have i been seeing mirrors?
‘cause i see you in how i act
And it makes me gag

For twenty-one fucking years
Have i been seeing mirrors?
Now i’m starting to think that
God was never really real

See my stomach chock full of rosеs
Hear my heartbeat right whеre the scar is
Let the phantom into your shrine
Oh, we both know you left me to die

Years ago, you promised a judgement
Now your body’s bloodied and bludgeoned
Boba tea is better when bled
And i’m just fucking glad that you’re dead

Picking at flowers by the footsteps of your grave
Eating the thorns trapped in a monochromatic daze
They say it’s nature
No, i can’t just run away

Wait, don’t go
Won’t you help me dissect my brain?

{shian 1, shian 2}
Picking at flowers by the footsteps of your grave
(for a hardass, you’re rather strange)
Eating the thorns trapped in a monochromatic daze
(with your crucifix and mistress, you play quite the game)
They say it’s nature (like an actor)
No, i can’t just run away (you know every way)
Wait, don’t go (to adorn your heart with broken shards)
Won’t you help me dissect my brain?

See my stomach chock full of roses
Hear my heartbeat right where the scar is
Let the phantom into your shrine
Oh, we both know you left me to die

Years ago, you promised a judgement
Now your body’s bloodied and bludgeoned
Boba tea is better when bled
And i’m just fucking glad that you’re dead

{shian 1, shian 2, shian 3}
See my stomach chock full of roses
(for a hardass, you’re rather strange)
(picking at flowers by the footsteps of your grave)
Hear my heartbeat right where the scar is
(with your crucifix and mistress, you play quite the game)
(eating the thorns trapped in a monochromatic daze)
Let the phantom into your shrine
(like an actor, you know every way)
(they say it’s nature, no, i can’t just run away)
Oh, we both know you left me to die
(to adorn your heart with broken shards and hide the blame)
(wait, don’t go. won’t you help me dissect my brain?)
Years ago, you promised a judgement
(so, for twenty-one fucking years, have i been seeing mirrors?)
Now your body’s bloodied and bludgeoned
(‘cause i see you in how i act and it makes me gag)
Boba tea is better when bled
(for twenty-one fucking years, have i been seeing mirrors? now,)

And i’m just fucking glad that you’re dead