Back on the street now
Can't forget the things you never said
On days like these starts me thinking
When chickens get a taste of your meat girl
Chickens get a taste of your meat yes
You gave him your blood
And your warm little diamond
He likes killing you after you're dead" Tori Amos - Blood Roses
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Ink and Prismacolour markers.
I've been a fan of Tori Amos since my pre-teen years; this song I find particularly haunting (and it's enabled me to visit an old concept).