I did it all just for her I did it all just for her And love's heart is death For me and my poison girl A prey she was for the cruelty of love While
Take my hand, now there's no turning back Walk right up the path into the black The city down below, shines up so bright We can do it in the moonlight
Suck it in your senses, drink it down your throat Hooked on their addiction, is there any hope? In a sex wrapper, in a glided cage We've been captured
Your tactile eyes running over glossy paper Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gauze They say "forget yourself, adorn with this disguise" This
Sprawled face down on this swiss stained iron bed In a dismal cheap hotel With my one arm injured And the sweat stained billowous murk From my last cold
Reigning at the feast of phantasia Heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bow Before my coronation and vocal aspirations To rule this fool creation
We heard it all in halls of pain It wasn't good There was a call in baggage claim It wasn't good She had a hunch, it wasn't lunch It wasn't good They
I saw you coming out the corner of my eye You touched my face just as I started to go blind Know you injected all the poison into me You have been killing
Is there an antidote for what you've lied The venom creeps and saturate your pride Spit out the poison Get it out, get it out of me, get it out Spit
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Please just this once, do this for me I've seen you in clouded visions saying goodbye I remember when we were gonna sit each other down And explain ourselves
For a minute there I thought you were worth my time. Now the introductions over, There's something on my mind. And now is the perfect time. Lights
Paintings they fall off the walls When you come traipsing in with your horse Your six string guitar is a mess Silver bullets hanging off your dress Now
No one ever thought this one would survive Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind Lock you in a dream, never let you go Never let you laugh or
Some might say it's over rated Staring at their shoes You're arrows don't have poison But they bruise I can't make peace with you All my heart is on
Your tactile eyes is running over glossy paper, Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gause. They say, "Forget yourself, adorn with this disguise",
Combing your hair I know nothing about you Smiling like a young moon Looking in the mirror My card knows you could be happy like a child Raising your
