"Saint Fret" lyrics

You were a pretty young thing
The prettiest thing this hell'd ever seen
I hoped to make you queen
And feed you full beyond your grief
Old fruit you chose to chew
Filled every hole where the light shone through
I'd like to put a hole in you, too

From that pit
Fruit forswears
See it swell
Oh oh oh oh, I'll be where
Saint fret's
I'm not a threat
I'm just a ghoul looking in on the makers of sin
We seemed good til' we were no one
We should have stayed light as two feathers and stiff as boards

Though I am not a machine
I never gave up on my dreams
Of hooking my circuits up to a screen
Where we could bide our time
Where we we'd get sex on a line
And you and I we'd get along fine

But if that switch
Circuit's heat
Smokes too long
I can still get turned on saint fret
I'm not a threat
I'm just a ghoul looking in on the makers of sin
It felt good
Til' we were no one we should have just round out the pixels
They're blurred and bored

The peace cannot be done
Everyone else fuck off
That's not a threat
I can be cool with you now
Kill the smoke screens
And I'll
I'll be good
Just like I promised, I would
Is this easy for me?