Crystallophobia Songtext
von Trophy Scars

Crudely arranged in a spot
Not even Christ can claim
It′s been that way for too long
To save our hairs from graying
I loved you since you were a child
Before we both grew our dirty mouths
So what you say, it's not okay
Still wearing a blood soaked filthy blouse

For every dog we claimed was good
You think we′d be left rotting in the woods
You can't blame us for the youth we had
But god you love me so goddamn bad


To my dismay, you speak the truth
But only when you want me for yourself
It's a bitter fruit, a sympathetic pill
Riding through the salt soaked winds of hell
The depths that can′t be seen
The holy mess when you can′t forgive yourself
Egyptian flowers, some ancient war
An angel in your teeth on the bathroom floor

You run out crying towards my car
A gesture for your fear of old age
I follow your indulgent pain
I ask you, "Do you feel so safe?"
You say, "Fuck your face and fuck your blame
The only thing I claim is your last name
I know my fear, I know my place
My bank account and my Welsh last name"

You run out crying towards my car
A gesture for your fear of old age
I follow your indulgent pain
I ask you, "Do you feel so safe?"
You say, "Fuck your face and fuck your blame
The only thing I claim is your last name
I know my fear, I know my place
My bank account and my Welsh last name"


We are hollow, we are vacant
We are happy with death in mind
We are pregnant, we are shallow
We are fixed on a cruel dark life
We are hollow, we are vacant
We are happy with death in mind
We are pregnant, we are shallow
We are fixed on a broken down
Some jumbled, unfortunate line