Without you my words feel forced and I
haven't the voice to accomplish it on my own.
Where have you been, my one true love?
The night draws near and I'll be needing a throne.
You are the cornerstone of my patented tone
and there is a catacomb that I long to roam.
I'll sacrifice you my thoughts and I'll eat my heart
head first til all the parts that used to make
me work are caught up in an unforgiving smirk.
I'll let the fickle flesh rot in between my teeth so
when I worship you you'll taste everything I mean.
Take your hooks and thread them through my skin,
I don't wanna ever feel like I ******* belong again.
I'll circle the pentagram in search of what I am, so long
as you cut out the middle man and make me the lamb.
The only time I feel alive is when I'm dead.
The only time I feel alive is when I'm dead.
The only time I feel alive is when I'm dead.