Miss Ann Thrope
My Ruin
A Prayer Under Pressure Of Violent Anguish (2001)

you’re so pretty when you lie
love songs always make me cry
i don’t think you have a choice
there’s no truth left in your voice
remember when we used to laugh
just try to forget all that
wear my heart upon your lips
i hope it tastes just like shit
just call me miss ann thrope
just call me miss ann thrope
you’re so pretty when you die
love songs always make me cry
i don’t think you realise
there’s no blue left in your eyes
remember when we used to sing
just try to forget those things
fill your hole inside with dirt
i hope that it fucking hurts
just call me miss ann thrope
just call me miss ann thrope
just call me miss ann thrope
just call me miss ann thrope
you have left a trail of deceit
assault and flattery
blasting through my wounds
imprisoned me in god and poetry
a ritual to mend my angry heart
a breeding ground for your untruth
if god created man in his own image
then fuck you
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
my hate for you defines my lust
bridges to bridges
you’re nothing to me
welcome world
miss ann thrope
fuck
cunt
miss ann thrope
cunt
fuck
miss ann thrope
miss
ann
thrope