Kimo Sounds - Velvet Rot

Silk on the seats
Golden glass
Your hand looks steady
But the wheel spins fast
Pearls on your throat
Bruises beneath
Smile for the camera
Then bite through the feast
House like a shrine
Still feels like a tomb
Moon on the marble
Dead flowers in bloom
You keep it moving
I keep my face still
Every bright promise
Has a sharpened edge
Velvet rot, velvet rot
You wear it so well
Velvet rot (velvet rot)
Sweet as pearl
Take what you want
Then watch it fall apart