Pretty Girls Make Graves The Teeth Collector

I'm unfolding little scraps of paper
I'm dotting �I�s� and crossing �t�s�
Like a ghost your were the gardener
That snuck in and planted seed
Decay
Your word�s acidic taste
I'm unfolding little scraps of paper
But I'll pluck you like a dead bug from my feet

No more voices on the radio
No more waiting by the telephone

Arrows aim to crack rib cages
But your venom�s weak in my blood
Your poison scabs, coagulated
Your hardest try is never enough
Decay
Your word�s acidic taste
I'm unfolding little scraps of paper
But I'll pluck you like a dead bug from my feet

This tooth is rotten, yank it out
Your words are cancer in my mouth
This captain�s ship is going down