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Putrid Visions
04:51
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The night itself touched me with great love
And it ravaged all that fucked me up
These dead baby eyes melt glass toys in sight
A girl becomes a gun when you don’t look twice
I like my taxidermy bugs, my dolls like my cigarettes
They sell drugs to each other during playtime and I don’t think they care about wrong and right
Flies over the eyes, they know of demise
Soft world
Full of murder
Dine with wolves
Not knowing better
Mall on fire
Ants in ice cream
Such a sweet world,
But nothing sweet to me
Sin creeps in
As time grows thin
Doll ribbons on putrid visions
Exquisite blood
Fills my bath tub
Divine suds and putrid visions
Dear Darkling, they split my heart in two
And gave it to a corpse cause i’m Frankenstein's muse
I like my houses abandoned, foul with memories
My favorite toy is the guillotine, Off with disease!
No need for a baby bottle with milk when I have blood
I’ve conjoined the worlds of terror and love
They say a hole in the head gives the troubles more space
but it’s all interlaced with greed and toxic waste
Soft world
Full of murder
Dine with wolves
Not knowing better
Mall on fire
Ants in ice cream
Such a sweet world,
But nothing sweet to me
Sin creeps in
As time grows thin
Doll ribbons on putrid visions
Exquisite blood
Fills my bath tub
Divine suds and putrid visions
And still I bet your sweet decadence
Decays as though your life hadn’t commenced
By the boiling of the heart’s last intent
I know I still dive into visions
Putrid
Sin creeps in
As time grows thin
Doll ribbons on putrid visions
Exquisite blood
Fills my bath tub
Divine suds and putrid visions
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Dear God
07:51
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Dear god
I do pray you find me on another day
the devil says I make her cum on sight
dear god
my cherry blood sweetness is why I’m a dove
the devil says i’m the ultimate delight
dear god
my ange de la mort said
you better think twice cause it’s best to reign than to serve in heaven
dear god
where’d you go? I just checked and you’re not home
the devil says she’ll never leave me alone
dear god
how is hell? does it have a cotton candy smell?
the devil says the answer to that is yes
dear god
my ange de la mort said
the devil loves me so and she’ll let me live deliciously
I saw you with your guns, you raise them high
I saw you ruin me, make me wanna die
sugar and sin, it’s disgusting
spiders are my bestest friends
babygirl, tell god, dear god
you saw me with my rats, I gave em ribbons
you saw me flirt with death, ultimate freedom
as jodi says, the bitterness
send me right to my bed
babygirl, tell god, dear god
dear god
i’m a failure, burn me like you do your paper
the devil says I should stop saying that shit
dear god
honey venom has been drained into my lungs
the devil says it’ll help me to breathe
dear god
my ange de la mort said the repetition kills you when it learns to sink in
dear god
i can see doom was woven into me
the devil says I’m blind with negativity
dear god
my old locket holds a promise, crudely toxic
the devil says I should read before I judge
dear god
my ange de la mort said
lighting ignites a soul when you allow it to feed the mold
I saw you with your guns, you raise them high
I saw you ruin me, make me wanna die
sugar and sin, it’s disgusting
spiders are my bestest friends
babygirl, tell god, dear god
you saw me with my rats, I gave em ribbons
you saw me flirt with death, ultimate freedom
as jodi says, the bitterness
send me right to my bed
babygirl, tell god, dear god
fester into thine eyes of disease and normalcy
question just what it means to depend on guarantees
apologies, sincerity, the world runs on fatalities of the heart and soul
still disenchanted
honestly the culprit of this crime is the blood that i boil alive
I saw you with your guns, you raise them high
I saw you ruin me, make me wanna die
sugar and sin, it’s disgusting
spiders are my bestest friends
babygirl, tell god, dear god
you saw me with my rats, I gave em ribbons
you saw me flirt with death, ultimate freedom
as jodi says, the bitterness
send me right to my bed
babygirl, tell god, dear god
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I’ve got the morbs babe and it’s troubling
the doctor says it’s a fatality
so go grab your gas masks if you wanna see
the prettiest weapon become royalty
Only in dreams am I more than a failure
so let me have this enthralling endeavor
vacancy lies in my solemn eyes
dead yet alive, an abuse of life
Porcelain dust is what i’ve turned into
not pretty for a rendezvous
I’m filth compared to the queens
come and catch me falling from grace
there is no soul in this place
sharpen my blade, nice n’ clean
I’ve been traveling back and forth
between this world and the one that descends
Ephemeral kisses from beyond
Have got me singing to knifes in cradles
From the depths comes the day of wrath
Wrapped within a flesh of paranoia
A symphony of angelic trash
Has raised a saint taunting minds with words like
“Being dead Sounds Mellifluous
A blood bath is the highest decadence
The gun’s loaded up. Ain’t it lascivious?
Don’t ask me how I got it, void of influence”
Being dead sounds mellifluous to me
BDSM blues, go tell the bees
Being dead sounds mellifluous to me
A tomb of my girl’s heart lies beside my bed
She’s death touched and lovely-eyed in my heart, she’s wed
Juliet of spirits, extravagant presence
Beauty of the flesh is the best menace
Meanwhile, I’m the acid burn of hell
Sacrifice your blood vials to my clientele
They like to say that gore’s better than God
To worship the horror is your best regard
Porcelain dust is what i’ve turned into
not pretty for a rendezvous
I’m filth compared to the queens
come and catch me falling from grace
there is no soul in this place
sharpen my blade, nice n’ clean
I’ve been traveling back and forth
between this world and the one that descends
Ephemeral kisses from beyond
Have got me singing to knifes in cradles
From the depths comes the day of wrath
Wrapped with a flesh of paranoia
A symphony of angelic trash
Has raised a saint taunting minds with words like
“Being dead Sounds Mellifluous
A blood bath is the highest decadence
The gun’s loaded up. Ain’t it lascivious?
Don’t ask me how I got it, void of influence”
Being dead Sounds Mellifluous to me
BDSM blues, go tell the bees
I sit up here on balconies
Staring at my own tragedies
The ugly under my makeup
The feeling of things getting rough
I’m a paranoid little baby
I could lie in a ditch and nobody would see me
Nobody would see me
Nobody would see me
I’ve been traveling back and forth
between this world and the one that descends
Ephemeral kisses from beyond
Have got me singing to knifes in cradles
From the depths comes the day of wrath
Wrapped with a flesh of paranoia
A symphony of angelic trash
Has raised a saint taunting minds with words like
“Being dead Sounds Mellifluous
A blood bath is the highest decadence
The gun’s loaded up. Ain’t it lascivious?
Don’t ask me how I got it, void of influence”
Being dead Sounds Mellifluous to me
BDSM blues, go tell the bees
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Come, My Little Angel
02:27
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I am not sure
If you’ve seen my letters
They kissed blood and cherries
It’s regal, can you see
I am not here
To acquire your fears
My tastes lie in despair
Angel dust in my hair
I’ve found no place
For mold nor haste
Antique dismay
The games I play
Are not for the faint
Of the soul nor heart
Just pick apart
The lies of the start
I don’t care
And I never did
Freak show dolls
The ones who make sense
Come, my little angel
Behave if you are able
Please don’t go kill my bride
Come, my little angel
They say I’m unstable
Please keep the dolls glass-eyed
Do you hear it?
Doll or spirit?
Spoiled milk spilling
Do you hear it?
Can you feel it?
All of your doll secrets
Come, my little angel
Behave if you are able
Please don’t go kill my bride
Come, my little angel
They say I’m unstable
Please keep the dolls glass-eyed
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Death looks good on you baby, it looks like Dior
rotten teeth’s the new Swarovski, pamper me in gore
French honeysuckle, oh my baby, I wanna be adored
I saw a swing ride once be jolly
then the people died within a heartbeat
knife games are mundane cause death’s all around me
ghosts have said "morgue whores” like me are boring
I’m not okay, give me a fucking break
my butterfly guts taste like sweet cake
Am I real? Do I exist?
Drink up, buttercup, it’s weirder than this
I bleed honey and cherries, sweet soul
I stole your grannie’s ring at her funeral
I’m not shy, I just don’t like you
It’s hard being a princess for you
I bleed honey and cherries, sweet soul
I stole your grannie’s ring at her funeral
going on a jet to Paris, fuck you
go fuck yourself, I am my own muse
Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss
Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss
Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss
Love looks bad on you baby, it looks like the dump
You set a church on fire, show satan baby bumps
Dark eyed does have enticed me to finally succumb
to the suffocation of flowers
Cry, rot, drown and die within hours
Impurity runs feral within trees
Needles and angels keep singing sweetly
I’m not okay, give me a fucking break
my butterfly guts taste like sweet cake
Am I real? Do I exist?
Drink up, buttercup, it’s weirder than this
I bleed honey and cherries, sweet soul
I stole your grannie’s ring at her funeral
I’m not shy, I just don’t like you
It’s hard being a princess for you
I bleed honey and cherries, sweet soul
I stole your grannie’s ring at her funeral
going on a jet to Paris, fuck you
go fuck yourself, I am my own muse
Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss
Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss
Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss
Ginger snaps and high ass naps
I somersault in cute mishaps
can anyone try to collapse
into dreary dark little gaps
I bleed honey and cherries, sweet soul
I stole your grannie’s ring at her funeral
I’m not shy, I just don’t like you
It’s hard being a princess for you
I bleed honey and cherries, sweet soul
I stole your grannie’s ring at her funeral
going on a jet to Paris, fuck you
go fuck yourself, I am my own muse
Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss
Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss
Darlings of mass destruction, kiss, kiss
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Safia Elaina Detroit, Michigan
A small 23 year old singer-songwriter producer daydreaming up stories in the form of songs with a fascination for the marriage of the horrific and the girlish wonder.
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