Kitchen Knives

Dirty water
Weird weather
Bloody summer in the middle of November
Hear the Click Click
Hear the Oh No
White noises on the radio
Is it just me
In a wet dress
Doing figure eights in a life vest

Summer in the cemetery
Now everybody's like a ghost to me
They're just like mannequins with painted skin and eyes you paste on

In the dead air
Feel the heat rise
See the whites roll back in the blue eyes
And the white teeth
With the white lies
Their dripping sleeves with kitchen knives
Is it just me
In the white sheet
And the tick tick tick of my heartbeat

Summer in the cemetery
Now everybody's like a ghost to me
They're just like mannequins with painted skin and eyes you paste on

Summer in the cemetery
Now everybody's like a ghost to me
They're just like mannequins with painted skin and eyes you paste on