Just because I'm in your head,
believe me love, I am not dead,
I'm waiting for my chance to strike,
I'll hit you with my madness spike.
You'll want to claw out your eyes,
Your own hands are your demise.
You'll rip out your liver and tear out your lungs.
Now my fun has just begun.
You'll run red lines down your wrists,
Still think you don't need a therapist?
Pull out your hair, bite your nails.
Run your mind through all your fails.
No one else will understand,
You are the village madman,
Your confusion is the best part.
My love, you are my work of art.
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 12:44 AM UTC
Just because I'm in your head,
believe me love, I am not dead,
I'm waiting for my chance to strike,
I'll hit you with my madness spike.
You'll want to claw out your eyes,
Your own hands are your demise.
You'll rip out your liver and tear out your lungs.
Now my fun has just begun.
You'll run red lines down your wrists,
Still think you don't need a therapist?
Pull out your hair, bite your nails.
Run your mind through all your fails.
No one else will understand,
You are the village madman,
Your confusion is the best part.
My love, you are my work of art.