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​You'd Be Cuter If I Shot You in the Face

This song is by Curl Up And Die and appears on the album Unfortunately, We're Not Robots (2002).

Drawing this box for you to recreate me into something I can never be
Disease turned these clouds a infinite light and the winds a translucent glow
It seemed so easy to quit everything to remember
Transmitted recordings of robot tracks to forget how everyone sounds
Tightly formed mechanical wings, dwelling on how to save us all
Never in control, never really having a chance
We're all useless with our eyeliner dripping in red
We let it fester always knowing that it was coming and I'm hearing things in my head
I'm hearing things all wrong
These arms failed to lift when my eyes forgot to open
Everything left offsetting through the dryed paint that creates these butterfly wings, twitching and teasing now
Standing here one year later with signs of red shining through a decade more
Among the morning light of bedroom walls deafeated to know the danger in this
It's so easy to forget everything we swore we'd remember
We're all useless
If only I could keep the eyeliner from running I'd drive these roads to kill my own kind