Milk

Bruised up

Spit me out

Your milk turns sour,

leaving blisters in my mouth

Now I can't live without

Your milk turns into cream

My skin wears off,

my patience it turns into greed

Milk turns to cream

in the eye of a poppy field

I've killed my friends, they're nothing like you

I've killed myself on a tv show

Dog bowl's emptied out

I find myself in you

With your insides peaking out

You're the visible man

Milk turns to cream

in the eye of a poppy field

I've killed my friends, they're nothing like you

I've killed myself on a tv show