Rescue
by The Blood Brothers · from This Adultery Is Ripe
They're fucking after us... my bathroom mirror is cluttered with colonial faces. It's a fright, it's a sight, powdered chalky white. You've got to rescue me... they're stalking me, hiding in mirrors like flesh jack-o-lanterns. It's a tease, it's a shock, they shriek, "The Recoats are coming!" like a choir of boiling lobsters