Alexander Cromwell - I Wear My Friends Lyrics

Opal fragments, on the wall
A knife, in my chest
Cutting heart shapes
Numbers on the red tape
Designs, of your dress, stress, stress, stress

Hear the footsteps, on the stairs
Stick the pins in, nice and slow
Must of heard the screams of my mangled bound dreams
Suspended from the ceiling, watching her sew

Seamstress, Seamstress-ed to hell
Needles, pins, and threads
Seamstress-ed, Seamstress from hell
I wear all my friends

Darling don't you know that the pain feels so good
Nailed to the wall, far from dry
Pret a porter
Macabre Mort Haute Couture
And what happened to my eye?

And when I ask my friends
Everything's so uncouth
Intarsia to the hemlines
They can't laugh now
Draped around my neck
A fabulous noose, puts you ruffians in check

She says

Seamstress, Seamstress-ed to hell
Needles, pins, and threads
Seamstress-ed, Seamstress from hell
I wear all my friends

Seamstress, Seamstress-ed to hell
All my friends are dead
Seamstress-ed, Seamstress-ed to hell
That's what the demon said

They'll find me on the ground right next to this doll
Unresponsive on the scene
Everyone else, deceased, bound and gagged
Darling, epidermal penetration, making me scream

Fluids drip down
Shudder pleasure all sides
Schadenfreud(e) and the misdeeds
My neck goes 'crack' an anxiety attack
Old wounds are reopened, stitches bleed

Seamstress, Seamstress-ed to hell
Bodies, blades, in beds
Seamstress-ed, Seamstress from hell
She wore all your friends

Seamstress, Seamstress-ed to hell
All my friends are dead
Seamstress-ed, Seamstress of hell
That's what the photos said