2/3

i thought you said id want that
i bet i didnt wanna speak
i guess i didnt like that
nails past my shoulder digging deep
you pull up now
twisting round the wound you carved in me
you said something
you said something to me 
you said something
whispered to me    

blood on your fur coat, leaking from the wound that you gave me
hearing all your words for nobody
vision blurring i dont feel pain, id fall asleep in your arms again
to your lullaby of hurting

claws

sleeping by the lake on the shore, i got my sheets on the floor
spiral down, cursed to explore what i just couldn't ignore
yea you've got some shit you won't show, i've got a bit of my own
i hate the way you broke down the door, as if i wasn't alone

and something bout the way that you touch my shoulder makes my blood cold
i wouldn't have admitted i hate myself until we got close

late night, bad dream
what a fuss, whats it mean
i'm in every scene, don't wanna talk about it
call me, every day
spit it out, run away
i can't replace what you've been lost without yeah
i'm a paper stevia packet
you're cocaine wrapped in plastic
who wants another line?
don't you think that it was so tragic
remembering the things that we laughed at
or did you wanna cry?

something bout the way that you hold my gaze is like a knife fight
like every single word is a firework caught in a bush fire
something bout the way that you touch my shoulder makes it alright
lower my defense and you stab my back like you're a vampire

Mark of the Beast

Godly The Ruler