Arctic Death

Pity's a frozen bed
Pity's an arrowhead
Pity is what threw me to your side

I loved you conditionally
Exceptions like sodomy
I don't know where fairness lays it's head

Burning scars along my face
I should have sent him on his way

I loved you like i love myself
A dusty gap left on my shelf
When slipping eyes perch on my head
I know my inspiration's dead
We're classified but we're simply broke
And luckily we just have
One throat to choke